Takedown (20 page)

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Made in Hawaii,” she humored.

He smiled. “I always knew it was mine.”

She lay flat on her back and circled her arms around his neck. “After Bryan, you were the only man in my life.”

“Don’t say anything more,” he said.

She smiled and kissed him. “What about you? You’ve been with any woman after me?”

“I wished I could, but after you put this curse on me, I couldn’t.”

She laughed louder. “Stop humoring me.”

“Who says I am?”

“You did not get back with Leslie?”

“Whoever told you I was ever with Leslie?”

“She told me. She’d often bragged about the time she’d slept with you.”

He laughed. “She’s lying. I never had sex with her. It is a matter of Ethics. I made her an octagon girl, that was it. I didn’t want to be paid in anyways.”

Her eyes glowed. He now understood she’d been keeping that to herself for a long time now.

“So is that the real reason why you’ve broken my heart?” he asked.

She laughed. “I broke your heart, huh? Do you even have one?”

“You’ve no idea.”

She pulled his head down and kissed his mouth. He responded, first lightly, and then deeper.

“I love you, Meg,” he murmured.

She froze and opened her eyes. “What did you say?” she asked.

He smiled. He knew she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “I said I love you.”

She was speechless. She probably still found it hard to believe the words he uttered. Then tears began to collect in her eyes. “I never thought you could express yourself with words.”

“Only when I mean it.”

“Well then, show me how much you mean it.”

Grinning, he lay her flat on the bed and positioned himself in between her legs. “I’ll show you, Meg,” he whispered in her ear and thrust his cock inside her. “I have an eternity to show it to you.”

Epilogue

Nine months later…

Megan bristled up and screamed her lungs out. Josh just won his first UFC match. His opponent tapped out.

“Meg?”

She hardly heard her husband who had his arm around her shoulders and was trying to calm her down. “You’re the best, Josh!” she cried, even if she knew her brother would not hear her.

“Sweetheart, you’re not well enough to be screaming like that,” Blaze said loudly near her ear.

“I’m fine,” she said and hugged her husband. They got married in a private ceremony two days after they’ve reconciled, but so far, it was one of those rushed decisions that she did not regret.

Blaze has transformed from a serial womanizer to a loyal and best husband in the world. They now lived in his house in Henderson, and he’d sent her back to school to finish college because, according to him, he had a position waiting for him in the company.

Just two months ago, he became a father. He cried the moment he set his eyes on the baby girl he named Angel. He never liked those angelic names before, but he said the moment he laid eyes on his baby, he only saw one thing—an angel brought to heaven. She protested, so they came up with an agreement and gave the baby two names—Sarah Angelie.

Her delivery had some complications. She remained in the hospital for a few more days before she was allowed to go home. And a week ago, she caught a flu. It was against the doctor’s order that she’d come here tonight, but she could not possibly miss her brother’s UFC debut.

That was the reason why Blaze was being so protective over her. He was afraid that she’d relapse. But she could not contain her excitement. She was just too happy for her brother.

“Could we go to him?” she asked, more like pleading.

“No, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “They might push you away.”

Blaze was right. Several men had surrounded her brother. It would be too risky to approach him right now.

“Why don’t we go ahead to Chuck’s house?” Blaze suggested. “We’ll wait for him there.”

She nodded. That should be a good idea. Chuck had been too generous to throw Josh a party after this match, win or lose. Josh won, so there was more reasons to celebrate now.

There were only a dozen of guests when they arrived at Chuck’s house, but when the celebrant arrived, he was accompanied by a horde of Black Clan member who were all rejoicing for his win.

She barely managed to say anything to him because the men were too loud, so she just hugged her brother and stayed in the corner with her husband, watching Josh celebrate his moment.

To Meg’s surprise, an uninvited guest arrived. He entered the door too comfortably like it was his own house.

“Congratulations, dude!” Travis yelled. Every head turned to him.

“What are you doing here, Red Clan?” one man asked mischievously.

“Because I want to be here,” Travis replied nonchalantly and went straight to Josh. “That was awesome.”

Josh howled and high-fived Travis.

“Man, you’re better than your trainer.” Travis raised his hand to get everyone’s attention. “Yo, Blacktards, you’ve got a future champ here. Let that Octagon Demon coward retire his ass out. You don’t need him.”

“Who you calling retard?” someone said, but most of them just ignored it and cheered for Josh.

Megan laughed at her husband who was standing beside her, scowling while drinking a glass of champagne. For the second time, Blaze had announced his retirement months ago, and so the title was once again vacant. Travis still needed time for his injuries to heal, but he was happy living a carefree life, and he often visited his niece. “He called you a coward?” she teased.

Blaze narrowed his eyes at her as if telling her she should be defending him, and then he looked at Travis. “Just want to make it easier for you to get your title back,” he said loudly.

“Oops.” Travis pretended like he didn’t know his brother was there. “Talk about the devil,” he said and approached them. Along the way, some men slapped his butt and called him redtard. He yelled at them and posed to fight, but only landed a few playful punches on their arms and chests.

After his rehabilitation, Travis had changed. His psychologist said his reconciliation with his family had helped a lot.

“Where’s that ugly little devil?” he asked.

Megan understood he was talking about the baby. She knew Travis was speaking the opposite of how he saw his niece. He actually adored Angel, and would not miss a single day without visiting her.

“She’s with your mom.”

Travis frowned. “You left her with that geezer so you can party with these blacktards here.”

“Travis.” Blaze’s voice was with a warning. “Don’t call mom a geezer, and stop calling the blacktards blacktards in their territory.”

Travis laughed. “So you do admit you’re a blacktard.”

“Only if you admit you’re a redtard.”

Travis laughed again and pulled out something from his pocket. “I got a copy of the wedding invitation.”

Megan peered at the card as Blaze opened it. It was for Walter and Gabriel’s second wedding. It was amazing that the divorced couple had decided to get married once again.

“What the?” Blaze, who probably read something he did not like, glared at Travis. “How come you’re the bestman?”

Sticking his tongue out, Travis cocked his head from side to side.

“Why you? I’ve been by Dad’s side most of his life, how come he chose you over me?

“Because I’m now his new favorite, duh. You’re only second.”

Blaze slapped the card closed. “Duh, I’ll make a protest over this.”

“Keep dreaming, duh.”

Megan couldn’t help herself from giggling at Blaze’s crumpled face while Travis kept taunting him.

These two brothers argued a lot, but she found them too amusing to watch.

Travis spotted someone in a corner. When Meg followed his gaze, she found Leslie talking with a young man.

So that was why Travis’ eyes suddenly glowed.

“Be right back,” he said and left. He went straight to Leslie and shoved the boy aside.

“He’s still a jerk,” Blaze said as he circled an arm around her waist. He, too, was watching his brother.

“At least she’s not violent,” she replied.

“You think Leslie could be a good wife for him?”

“Don’t ask me. You know her better.”

Frowning, he peered at her face. “I told you I never slept with Leslie.”

“I didn’t say you did,” she shrugged, teasing him.

He pulled her closer against his body. His gaze softened. “You’re not getting jealous again, are you?” he asked.

“Why should I? I got you. She never did.”

He smiled and lowered his mouth on hers. He kissed her long and deep. People must be staring at them, but he did not seem to care. He was not ashamed to show everyone how much he loved her.

She remembered what he’d told her before, that she had caused him his most humiliating
Takedown,
but she was also the golden trophy that he won at the end of a difficult battle.

She felt the same about him.

“I love you,” she whispered after he finally released her mouth.

His gray eyes brightened. She now could see through the mist over them. They spoke of nothing else but infinite love for her.

He didn’t have to say anything. He just kissed her again and showed her he loved her more.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Garnet Hart has written several young adult and new adult romance novels from the age of fourteen. She has published several contemporary romance novels for several local publications before pushing forward to becoming an erotic romance writer. Later, she delves to the Paranormal, Mythology, and Fairy Tales genre, as well.
At present, she is studying Law.
She also writes erotic fairy tale retellings under the pen name Tara Lovell.

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DEDICATION AND ACKNOWLEDGMENT

This is for Meg and Mike. I’m really happy for the both of you. Thanks for the help, as well.

And as always, big to Ms. Eve Montelibano. I could never complete a book without her magic touch.

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