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) 📕

Oh my gosh, thank God.

Roger has stopped calling, and that’s a fucking relief.

Good riddance.

I get dressed, apply my makeup, and do my hair. Yeah, I spray the perfume that Spencer loves.

I know because he always inhales and smiles when I put it on.

Spencer didn’t say much most of the time, so I learned to read him. But when he did say something, boy did he.

I think that’s what  I love that he’s not a pussy. He’s strong but tender. Yeah, it sounds weird, but he is.

The knock on the door startles me, and I watch Parris walk into my room, grinning.

“Mama told me that your hunky guard is coming to visit. Does that mean it’s something special here? Please tell,” Parris asks, falling onto my bed, crossing her legs. She bounces her leg, smiling.

“Well, I’m surprised you're home,” I huff, pulling my hair up into a messy bun.

“No, Dior, you need to leave it down,” Parris says, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I say, pulling the band from my hair.

“Well,” Parris says, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah, he’s everything I ever dreamed of,” I say, smiling.

Parris smiles, tilts her head to the side, staring at me.

“Does that mean that you fell in love with him? Do you know if you can live without these luxuries,” Parris asks, raising both eyebrows at me?

“Yeah, I can, but I know that he will be able to take care of me, and besides, I plan on working. Yeah, I want to work as a nurse,” I say, nodding.

“Oh yeah, huh. Okay, it sounds like you got a plan,” Parris says, nodding.

“Yeah, so what’s up with you and Xavier? You’re hardly ever home,” I say, sitting on my chair.

“Well, you know that I’m in love, and he’s perfect,” Parris says, nodding.

“Yeah, I sort of figured that, so when is the wedding,” I ask, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m waiting for. I’m not sure if he’s going to ask, and I’m afraid to lose him,” Parris says, closing her eyes.

“Wow, sis, that’s not good. I would pull away to see if he reacts to not having you,” I say, looking at my nails.

“Yeah, I think that I need to do that. I’m going shopping tomorrow, do you want to go with me,” Parris says, nodding.

“Oh yeah, I do,” I say, nodding, closing my eyes.

“Okay, we can leave around eleven, have lunch, and do some shopping. I need to get some new outfits,” Parris says, pushing off my bed.

“Sounds good; I want you to meet Spencer,” I say, pushing off my chair.

“Oh yeah, that’s the plan,” Parris says, winking.

“Oh my gosh, you best not give him a hard time,” I say, placing my hands on my hips pursing my lips.

“Nah, I wouldn’t; I just want to meet him. Mama and William like him, and that’s so odd,” Parris says, crossing her arms.

“Okay, sis, he’ll be here soon. But don’t stick around long because I need to talk to him,” I say, walking out with her.

We walk down the hall into the family room. I walk over to the bar to get a glass of wine.

“Sis, do you want some wine,” I ask, pulling the wine bottle from the rack.

“Yeah,” Parris says, nodding. She falls onto the sofa, grabbing the remote. She turns on the TV.

“It’s been a while since I’ve watched TV; I rather read,” I say, handing Parris the wine glass.

“Yeah, I’m always busy,” Parris says, taking a sip of wine.

“Is Mama and Father home,” I ask, swirling the wine in the glass. I then sniff, closing my eyes.

Yeah, it’s my favorite wine.

I take a sip, enjoy the flavor.

“No, Mama went with Father to some dinner party, and William went too,” Parris says, placing the wine glass on the table.

“Awesome,” I say, nodding my head.

I look at my cell phone for any messages. It’s still another thirty min before he shows. He’s always punctual.

“Sis, leave it on that news program because I want to know what’s happening with that shit in the White House,” I say, taking a sip.

“Yeah, right? I can’t fucking believe that we have someone like that,” Parris says, shaking her head.

“Yeah, but everything should be okay soon; I have to believe that,” I say, nodding.

“Well, I don’t want to really watch that because I want to see something fun,” Parris says, changing the channel.

“Right, put on an old fun movie so we can watch it until Spencer gets here.”

“Okay, that really is a great idea. It’s always fun to watch old movies. Which one do you want to see,” Parris asks, looking at me?

“Yeah, you know that I love several. How about Ghost, Dirty Dancing, or When Fools Rush in,” I say, giggling. I fall back onto the backrest, laughing.

“Right, I think that When Fools Rush In would be fun because it’s cute,” Parris says, laughing.

“Yeah, Ghost will get me teary-eyed, and I don’t want to ruin my makeup,” I say, taking another sip of wine.

“Right, we can see that series, the Spanish Queen, or something like that,” Parris says, searching for it.

“Oh yeah, that really looks interesting,” I say, nodding.

“Oh, here it is,” Parris says, nodding. She presses the control, and the series pops up. We look at the beginning drinking our wine.

A few minutes into the series, the bell rings.

“Oh my gosh! He’s here,” I say, pushing off the sofa.

“Oh my, I’ll turn the TV off,” Parris says, pushing off the sofa.

“Okay,” I say, walking down the hall.

“I’ll go to my room for a few so you can talk. I’ll come down to meet him later,” Parris says, nodding.

“Awesome,” I say, smiling.

Twelve

Spencer

Confident that he can give Dior what