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the ring. Your footwork is sloppy.”
    I shake my head and nod to Chris, my sparring partner this morning.
    We start again, this time I shut Rico up when I land a left hook on Chris’s helmet making him fall to the mat.
    “God dammit, El” Rico watches Chris roll over, trying to get up.
    I ignore him and duck out the ring to grab some water. Madison was fucking with my head. I haven’t heard from her in two days, since the night she asked me to hold her.
    This plan was going to shit and fast. I shouldn’t be thinking about her, hoping to find her naked in my bed when I get home from training.
    She almost caught me up when she found my gloves. I wasn’t expecting her to just show up and not call. The fact that I was sporting a black eye didn’t help.
    I was relieved when she didn’t ask more questions. I wasn’t ready for her to find out, I know for a fact she’ll never talk to me again.
    That’s kind of the whole point.
    I ignore the voice in my head.
    “Shit, look who just walked in.” Chris was standing next me looking to the front of the gym.
    I turn to see what he’s going on about.
    Speak of the devil. Kind of.
    Marcus Wellington is walking toward me. He doesn’t look upset, so I doubt he knows I’m fucking his girl.
    “Marcus.” I give him a head nod.
    “El.” He smirks. “Thought I’d come by and say what’s up.”
    “Sure your not here to learn my tricks?” I cock an eyebrow. Why was he really here?
    He laughs. “As if I need your tricks, El. I hold the belt.”
    “For now,” I counter back.
    His phone rings and he digs it out his pocket. Looking at the screen he rolls his eyes annoyed, but bring the phone to his ear.
    “Yes, Madison, what can I do for you?”
    Madison?
    That’s how he answers when his fiancé calls?
    “Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” He pauses and sighs. “I have things to take care of so don’t wait up.” With that he slides his phone back in his pocket.
    “The wife?” I force a smirk when really I want to hit him. Four more months, I tell myself
    “Not my wife yet,” he says eyeing the redhead at the front desk. “Anyway, El. Just wanted to stop by grace you with my presence, but that redhead is calling me.” He turns before I can respond.
    I bite my tongue.
    I look at Chris. “Back in the ring. NOW!”
    I needed to hit something before I fuck it all up and go after Marcus right now.
    Rico is standing there when I turn around, shaking his head. I know what he wants to say. We both know this will crash and burn.

    Seven.
    I texted her seven fucking times. I never call, just text. I know she’s home alone, she doesn’t know that I know of course. I don’t understand why she’s ignoring me. So yeah we kind of cuddled the other night, what’s the big deal. She’s probably over thinking things, again .
    My phone vibrated. I grab it hoping its Madison, but it’s not. It’s Chris reminding me that I have an appearance tonight at some club to promote the upcoming fight. Refusing to text Madison again I start to get dressed for tonight. If she wanted to act like this then fine.
    She wasn’t my girl. I shouldn’t even be tripping.
    Then why are you?
    An hour later I’m stepping in the club with Chris and Rico’s old ass. I don’t know why he insisted on coming, but if he wants to be the old creepy guy in the club that’s on him.
    I do the photos and autographs before heading into the VIP section. Of course Marcus is here, two girls on his lap. I forgot he would be here, I make a note to see what other dates I have set up with him.
    Everyone is watching us to see if any drama will happen. I don’t plan on entertaining them, and after forty-five minutes they stop watching our every move.
    Checking my phone for the tenth time I’m disappointed that she still hasn’t texted back. 
    “Hey El, can I get a pic with you and Marcus?” I look up, sliding my phone back in my pocket. The photographer gives me a nervous grin.
    I nod and Marcus appears