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“No,” I tell him, walking to the elevator, but I don’t spare him a glance as he stops next to me.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn? You wouldn’t have to deal with all these companies if only you decided to extend your contract. You are only thirty-two. You still have a few fights left in you.”
I don’t bother with a response, stepping into the elevator when it opens. I’ve made my position clear. If he wants to waste his breath, that’s his problem.
My manager follows me in, trying to convince me to either call off my early retirement or at least take the sponsorship deals they keep shoving in my face. I tune him out and instead focus on how to win back my feisty little neighbor. I need to prove to her that I am not some asshole led around by his dick. What do girls like? Flowers? Jewelry?
I have no idea.
I’ve never gone after a woman before in my life. I’ve had my fair share of women over the years, but it was all with a mutual understanding that it wouldn’t go anywhere. Most of them were happy to enjoy the perks of being the temporary arm candy of an MMA fighter. I never wanted to date or marry any of them, but with Dawn . . . I’ve spent the last two days picturing her swollen with my child. I rid myself of the images of her walking down the aisle and moving into our first home together.
Fuck, I need to fix things between us.
My mind is stuck on her as I walk out of the elevator, and it’s not until someone grabs my arm that I am reminded of the fact that I am not alone.
“Rocky, you seem distracted,” my manager says. “Only women can distract a man to this extent. You have a fight coming up in a few days and need to train hard. I hope you don’t ruin your career over a woman.”
“My career is almost over, Mike.”
He clenches his jaw at my words, and I can tell he doesn’t like that. “Even so, keep away from women. Especially this close to your match. You're not retired yet.”
I shake my head and walk away, figuring his words don’t even warrant a response. Despite his thinly veiled threat made to look like advice, there is little my manager can do to my private life. When and with whom I choose to get involved is totally up to me.
I quickly forget about our conversation as I drive home, my mind snapping back to Dawn when I spot a flower stall by the side of the road. It’s a no-brainer what I am going to do as I quickly pull over and walk to the store. The owner watches me wearily as I approach, and from my build, I figure he assumes I am here to cause trouble. His features ease a bit when I ask for a bouquet of red roses. I pay for the flowers before heading back to the car.
The entire drive home is spent with my mind on Dawn, but it’s been like that for days already. I have the roses in my hand as I enter our building, catching the elevator just as it’s about to close. My heart threatens to pump its way out of my chest when I notice the beautiful girl standing in the corner focused on her phone, and fuck me, she’s just as mesmerizing as I remember.
She’s wearing a plaid skirt paired with a fitted blouse and a pair of stylish ankle boots with a backpack slung over one shoulder. It’s like she has stepped right out of every schoolgirl fantasy I’ve ever had. The skirt hits just above her knee, revealing smooth thighs that only a few days ago, were wrapped around my hips as I thrust my fat cock into her. Her blond hair is styled in loose waves, framing her face perfectly, and fuck, she looks like a dream.
I wait until the door has closed, locking us alone in the elevator before alerting her of my presence. “Kitten.”
Her eyes shoot up and lock on mine, and there is no missing the alarmed look in them. This only confirms that she’s been avoiding me. I knew she was avoiding, but that doesn’t make it sting any less.
In fact, the confirmation only makes me angry.
“Rocky,” she gasps, almost dropping her phone. Her cheeks quickly turn as red as the flowers in my hands. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here,” I say, my eyes narrowing on her. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“What are you talking about? I haven’t been avoiding you.” She scoffs, but the truth is written on her face.
“I’ve knocked on your door a couple of times. I’m sure you’ve heard me.”
She looks away, and I don’t particularly blame her for avoiding me. I didn’t make the best impression on her, but I am done letting her hide from me.
“I wasn’t trying . . .” she starts, but her words quickly trail off when her gaze drops to the bouquet in my hands. Something akin to jealousy and hurt flashes on her face before quickly switching to anger. “I didn’t think you were a flower kind of guy,” she snarks.
“I’m not.”
“Red roses for your girl, lucky her.”
Despite my initial irritation, the edge of my mouth tips up in a smirk. “I’m the lucky one.”
“Great,” Dawn mutters under her breath and looks away, but I can feel the anger radiating from her. I should put her out of her misery and tell her who the flowers are for, but a part of me likes the jealousy I read on her face. It smooths the edges of my anger and only goes to show she’s not as unaffected by me as she’s trying so hard to show.
“How did your test go?”
Her fiery gaze shoots up to mine. “Huh?”
