by Avery Jones
The night passed like this, with them making deep and passionate love. Cassandra had never been a fan of missionary, but for some reason, this felt so good. So right. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his spine with her fingers, which sent a shiver through his body as he looked into her hazel eyes.
Vincent continued to make sweet love to her, making the night as romantic as possible, hoping that Cassandra would never forget it. She smiled and kissed his neck, knowing this moment was special. Soon, however, she was shaking with pleasure, getting close to climax. Vincent could feel her pussy quivering around him and smiled a bit, going a little faster, trying to make her orgasm for him. In a moment, her nails were digging into his back as she arched her own back while screaming out his name in pleasure.
Vincent beamed with pride as he heard his name escape her lips. It felt good to make her feel good, and soon he was also blowing his load all over her. Breathing hard, they both collapsed on the bed, their hearts pounding in their chests. Cassandra looked over at Vincent and blushed as she shivered in pleasure. Deep down, she knew she was falling for this man.
Chapter 7
The audience was in a state of excitement as they waited for the big fight. It was the talk of the city, a fight everyone had been waiting for. The heavyweight champion, Benjamin Clevosky, was putting his belt on the line against Vincent Hayes, a heavyweight Brazilian rooky. Most of the viewers predicted a fight full of bloodshed and a quick ending for Vincent. Nonetheless, there were some people in the audience rooting for the underdog, especially Cassandra.
She was excited as she waited for the two men to make their appearance in the ring. She had trained with Vincent every day until they were both completely exhausted by their efforts. Tonight would be the night their hard work would finally pay off.
Cassandra was at the edge of her seat, excitement running through her veins as she thought of Vincent holding the heavyweight championship belt over his head. She bit her lip as she thought of it slung over his well-sculpted hips. Cassandra promised to congratulate him well when they got home that night.
As she thought about this, the Benjamin’s introductory music came on. She glared at him as he cockily walked up to the ring, getting in and showing off the belt he currently owned. Cassandra couldn’t believe that Benjamin had been her favorite fighter in the Triple S.
Soon enough, Vincent’s song came on and he walked into the ring with a modest stance. Cassandra frowned when she heard a loud, collective boo sound throughout the audience. How could they not like him?
The two men shook hands before receding to their respective corners. Cassandra’s eyes followed her new boyfriend, smiling encouragingly at him as he looked in her direction. “You’ll do great!” she yelled out and he smiled as his temporary coach placed a mouth guard between his teeth. He spat out words of advice at the young Brazilian, but he didn’t think Vincent would last one round with the Russian.
Soon enough, the bell rang and the two men got up, looking at each other. There was a moment of silence as the anticipation in the room reached its maximum point. Suddenly, there was another buzz of the bell and the fight began. At first, the two men moved around the ring slowly, gauging each other’s moves. Benjamin had a clear weight and height advantage against Vincent, but it seemed like Vincent was faster.
As the two of them made their third revolution around the ring, Vincent, to everyone’s surprise, landed the first blow. He smirked as his fist came into contact with Benjamin’s face. This successful hit increased Vincent’s confidence in himself.
He started to think that maybe he would be able to win this fight and prove everyone wrong. However, Benjamin just chuckled, looking at Vincent. It seemed like the punch didn’t affect the huge man at all.
Vincent quickly noticed this and kept on his feet, trying to throw more punches at him, but Benjamin easily avoided most of them. Vincent wondered why Benjamin had yet to throw a punch. As Vincent was about to land a kick on the side of Benjamin’s face his whole world turned upside down.
With one punch Benjamin knocked Vincent to the ground. There was a loud crack that sounded through the ring as Vincent’s nose took a sharp turn to the left, obviously broken. He collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out of his nose as he laid there.
He could hear the referee start his count. Vincent knew he had until the count of ten to get up, but his body felt like it weighed a ton. He tried to move his arms, but nothing happened. He cursed himself, trying to will himself to get up. The referee was already at number 7. He didn’t have much time. Vincent put all the effort he had into moving, but still he stayed immobile.
“Ten! And the victor is Benjamin Clevosky! Heavyweight champion!”
Chapter 8
Benjamin walked out of the ring with a cocky smile on his face. Cassandra glared at him, anger coursing through her veins. Why did the man have to be such a jerk? When the fight was over, she quickly got up and made her way into the ring.
“Vincent!” she yelled out as she climbed inside. She kneeled down by Vincent, thinking he was unconscious. However, as she walked up to him, she saw his pained eyes looking up at her. He looked disappointed with himself. “Hey, you did great,” Cassandra whispered softly as she ran her fingers through Vincent's hair.
After a moment, she got up and grabbed a towel from the side of the ring and started to gently clean off Vincent’s face. Vincent wanted to look away, but he was too light headed to move. He wanted to run away and hide from Cassandra and everyone else that had believed in him. He felt ashamed. He felt pathetic for letting Benjamin knock him out in the first round.
Cassandra, however, was proud of him. He hadn’t won the fight, but he had composed himself in a dignified manner and had stood up to a man much bigger than him. In retrospect, Vincent did very well.
Eventually, Vincent found the strength to move. He sat up and looked at Cassandra. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes that he quickly wiped away before taking off his boxing gloves in frustration.
“Cassandra…I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes downcast. He refused to look at her as he looked down at the blood stain on the ring.
“Hey, don’t apologize! You did really well!” she said, trying to cheer him up. His frown only deepened.
“I was knocked out in the first round, Cassandra. The first round. That’s pathetic,” he said, spite in his voice. He hated how weak he was. He hated how he was unable to live up to his brother’s legacy. He felt like he was letting everyone down.
In frustration, he got up, wincing in pain. Cassandra, still sitting down, looked up at him with large eyes. She wondered what he was doing. Before she could react, he was walking out of the ring. Somehow, he managed the energy needed to run out of the ring. He needed to be alone. Cassandra frowned as she watched the doors swing behind him.
Cassandra was about to get up and follow her boyfriend when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream out, but there was a large hand covering her mouth. She tried to struggle, but the man who grabbed her was too strong. Suddenly she felt him apply pressure to one of her pressure points. As he did, everything went black.
***
Vincent looked out at the dark water as the waves crashed against the rocky shore. No one came to this abandoned bridge and it felt good to be alone as the wind stung his face. He looked down at the dark water and imagined what it would be like to jump and allow the water to come over him, to swallow him whole.
Before he could continue to think about it, his cell phone started to buzz in his pocket. He sighed before taking it out, looking at the screen. There was an unknown number staring at him. He scrunched his face before answering.
“Hello?”
“Vincent.” There was a rough voice sounding through the line. Vincent’s eyes grew big as he recognized Benjamin’s voice. What did he want? “I think I have something you might want back.” Vincent looked confused. What did he mean?
“Be
njamin, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I have Cassandra.” Vincent’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he thought about the meaning behind Benjamin’s words.
“What do you mean? What are you going to do with her?” Vincent said through strained teeth.
“Nothing…if you meet me at the abandoned RadioX warehouse downtown. Come within the hour and I promise I won’t lay a finger on her…maybe.” Vincent could almost see the smirk on Benjamin’s face. He felt sick to his stomach as he thought of Cassandra stuck with him.
“I will be there. Don’t you dare touch her.” With his blood boiling, Vincent quickly got into his car before speeding off toward the destination. As he pushed the limits of his car, he thought about Cassandra. He couldn’t let her get hurt.
After what felt like forever, he finally arrived at the warehouse. He got out quickly before entering through a rickety door on the left. He looked around, trying to spot Cassandra, but saw nothing. Sighing, he climbed a flight of stairs. The stairway was dark and grimy. Finally, he made his way to the top. The door, however, was locked.
He tried to turn the knob again, but it wouldn’t budge. Taking a deep breath, he rammed himself forward, crashing into the door until it broke away under his weight. He coughed a bit as the debris surrounded him before looking around. His eyes fell on Cassandra, who was in Benjamin’s grasp.
“Vincent!” Benjamin suddenly pulled her hair, making her wince.
Benjamin glared at him angrily. “Let her go!” he yelled, looking at the Russian, fury in his eyes. The Russian chuckled.
“Fight me for her then,” he said calmly. Vincent looked at the Russian as he mentally thought of the crooked nose he now wore on his face. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. This time, he wouldn’t lose.
Benjamin smirked and handed off Cassandra to a man standing nearby.
“Now this will be a dirty fight. Anything applies.” Benjamin took a quick look at Cassandra, who looked nervous. She wondered what would happen if Vincent lost this fight. She knew it wouldn’t be a good thing for her or for Vincent. With her heart in her throat, she watched as the two men circled around each other.
Unlike at the Triple S, they had no protective equipment. This meant they could get seriously hurt. They continued to circle around before Benjamin suddenly pulled out a knife. Vincent’s eyes went big as he looked at the long blade, but he knew he had to keep his head in the game if he wanted to save his girlfriend.
So as Benjamin tried to jab at his opponent, Vincent dodged. He managed to dodge every attack, sidestepping and jumping at all the right moments until he saw his moment of opportunity. With Benjamin slightly distracted, he threw his punch with all the strength he had. Benjamin, caught by surprise, took on the full effect of the blow and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Vincent looked down at the fallen brute in surprise. He had done it. Somehow he had beaten his enemy. He smiled big looking at Cassandra. The man holding her looked shocked before leaving the room, leaving them alone.
With a smirk on his face, he walked over to her.
“My knight in shining armor,” she whispered, looking up at him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply. They continued to kiss for a moment, their lips dancing with their passion. Eventually, they pulled away and Vincent looked down into her beautiful eyes knowing that this woman wasn’t just his trainer—she was someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
THE END
