Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fight by P.T. Macias (distant reading TXT) 📕

“Let me go! Help! Help,” I yell, looking around the room. I look around the club, frantically searching for Spencer.

Where in the hell is Spencer?

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Roger barks bitch slapping me.

My head snaps back, my cheek stings, and my eyes water.

I’m not going to cry.

Roger will not break me.

Roger doesn’t own me.

Spencer runs down the hallway, grabs Roger by the neck, pulling him off me. He throws Roger against the wall, resting his muscular arm across Roger’s throat.

“You’re not allowed to touch her! Why don’t you pick on someone your size, you fucking pussy,” Spencer growls, leaning his face close to Roger?

Roger moves his arms up, pushing Spencer’s massive arms from him, pushing Spencer back.

“Asshole, you’re getting involved in what’s mine, my business! So, fuck off,” Roger says, taking a step, and grabs my arm once again.

“Motherfucker, let her go,” Spencer growls, swinging his arm back, and strikes Roger’s face with his fist.

Roger lets go of me, falling to the ground. He looks up, dazed, trying to get up, gasping for air.

“Dior,” Spencer says, grabbing my arms, pulling me away from Roger. He moves his hands up to cup my face, gazing into my scared eyes.

“Dior, are you okay,” Spencer asks, running his fingers over my face that’s quickly turning black and blue, showing signs of a bruise. His turbulent gray eyes search my eyes, clenching his jaw tight.

“Yes,” I say, nodding teary-eyed, biting my lower lip.

“Okay,” Spencer says, leaning down to kiss my temple. He takes my hand, walking away from Roger, down the hallway, and into the dance floor. He pulls me through the dance floor, weaving around the people.

I follow Spencer, walking behind him, across the dance floor, weaving around the people. I wave at Candace and Jillian, motioning them to follow.

In no time at all, we exit the Excalibur’s doors. Spencer walks fast, pulling me behind him. We reach the black SUV in a couple of minutes.

Spencer opens the door for me, Candace, and Jillian stop, waiting for me to get into the SUV.

“Oh my god! I was so scared,” I say, sobbing, burying my face in my hands.

“Shit, you need to be careful because that jackass will hurt you,” Candace says, looking out the window wide-eyed at the turn the night had abruptly taken.

“That’s so scary, Dior; good thing that you have Spencer,” Jillian says, nodding.

Spencer looks through the rearview mirror at me, meeting my gaze.

“Yes, Spencer is amazing! I feel safe with him,” I say, looking at Spencer in the mirror.

Spencer drives quickly down the streets, weaving around the cars, and onto the freeway.

The entire week, Spencer is extra careful when we go out. Yeah, I’m not going to the club until Roger disappears.

But I’m not complaining because I get to spend more alone time with Spencer. Yeah, I tease him, but he remains professional. But his eyes tell me that he wants me too.

Nine

Dior

A week later, Spencer looks at the text message on his cell.

He walks over to me, standing unobtrusively next to me, waiting for me to stop reading the romance book.

Oh my god, he’s here, near me, and I’m dying. I want Spencer to take me in his arms, kiss me, and make me his.

Next to me, I place the book, looking up at him, pushing the sunglasses up to rest on my head. I blink, shielding the sun with my hand gazing into his eyes.

“Spencer, what’s up?” I ask, pushing up into a sitting position on the lounger.

“Dior, today is my last day babysitting you. I just wanted to say I wish you the best,” Spencer says, stone-faced. The tick at his jaw is evidence of the pressure that he’s applying to his molars.

My eyes widen, sliding my legs off the lounger, standing. I place my hand on Spencer’s arm, tilting my head to gaze up into his beautiful light gray eyes.

“What do you mean? I don’t want you to leave; I mean, I need you as my guard, what if Roger comes back?” I say in a low voice, almost a whisper. My throat is closing up, making it impossible to breathe, let alone speak.

Spencer gazes into my eyes, connecting with my soul. He hisses, moving my hand from his arm, stepping back.

“Dior, I can’t. You will meet your new guard tomorrow morning. I suggest that you don’t give your new guard any trouble. Take care,” Spencer says, nodding. He turns, walking away, clenching his hands.

Oh no!

Spencer can’t go without getting him to call me.

“Spencer, wait,” I yell, running after him.

Spencer stops, tenses up, turns around to look at me.

I run into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down.

“Don’t leave like this, please, give me just one kiss before you go,” I whisper, softly running my lips over his full soft lips.

Spencer hisses, shaking his head, holding onto my hips. He pulls me closer for a minute and then takes a step back to put distance between us.

“Dior, don’t make this any harder than it has to be. We’re from different worlds,” Spencer says, holding onto my hips.

“We’re the same, and you’re not my guard anymore. So, there’s no reason to push me away,” I say, pulling him closer to me.

Spencer’s willpower slips, he takes my lips in a deep hungry kiss pulling me closer. His hands move up my bare back, caressing my soft skin as he spreads his callous palms. Then he pulls away, gazing into my heated eyes.

“Dior, this is not right,” Spencer says, releasing me.

“Yes, it is, Spencer, don’t push me away,” I whisper, holding onto his muscular arms.

Spencer groans, pulling me