The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (3 page)

I
t’s 5 am
, and Roman awakes like clockwork without an alarm. The blanket was kicked off during the night and lays crumpled on the floor, beside his bed. His sheet wraps around his body like an anaconda.

R
oman rolls
over onto his back. He raises his hips to yank the sheet away from his body. The overhead oscillating fan whips cool air over his naked frame in waves.

A
naked woman
is wearing nothing but a gold chain around her waist lies beside him. She’s dead to the world and sleeps on her side with her legs in a bent position.

H
er snores
and snorts jar Roman. He doesn’t even remember who she is, only that she was waiting for him outside his car last night.

H
e shifts
himself next to her as if her were going to spoon her. But instead he reaches over her hips and parts her labia with his fingers. She stirs as he jams himself into her from behind. Her vagina lacks lubrication, yet this doesn’t stop Roman.

T
he friction causes
the woman to awaken with a screech before a moan as she reaches behind to grab Roman’s ass and squeezes it as he pounds into her.

H
e pulls
out of her and flips her over onto her back. With is usual asshole move, he shoves her head down to his throbbing cock. She grabs hold of it with both hands as she sucks the tip, then the shaft.

“
A
ll of it
,” Roman demands.

T
he woman inserts
the entire cock into her mouth, a few inches at a time. Roman uses his hips and thrusts his cock down her throat. She has a gag reflex from the sudden motion and yanks the cock out of her mouth.

“
J
ackass
,” she says to Roman as she climbs out of bed and grabs her clothes.

“
Y
ou’re not leaving
me like this,” Roman says with a rock hard cock about to explode.

“
Y
ou’ve got two hands
,” the woman says as she quickly dresses and leaves the room. A moment later, the front door slams shut.

“
S
hit
.”

R
oman waddles
to the bathroom and turns on the shower. He steps in as the hot water beats against his quivering back. He places his penis between both palms and presses them together. He then uses his left hand to move up and down his shaft and uses his right hand to squeeze his tip.

R
oman switches
to a double-handed technique where he simulates wringing out water from a cloth. That does it. Roman erupts with warm semen exploding out the tip of his penis the way a volcano overflows with lava.

R
oman steadies
himself up against the wall as his legs are weak. He turns towards the shower-head and allows the water to rinse it all away.

A
fter his shower
and manscape routine, Roman dresses for a workout. The Pretty glides into the kitchen and blends a whey protein shake with whole almonds. In less than an hour, he will be engaged in his first training session of the day, so he makes sure he’s not weighed down with a heavy breakfast.

G
one are
the days of pancakes, bacon and sausage. Once Roman decided he was going to be the champion, he changed his entire lifestyle to support his dream. Sure, he treats himself every once in a blue moon with a throwaway meal; but never close to a match.

R
oman grabs
his bag and cell phone and exits his apartment



I
nside his car
, his phone connects to the car’s speaker. Roman pulls out of the driveway and is on his way to the gym.

T
he phone rings
. Roman presses a button to answer the call. It’s a reporter from an MMA magazine; one of several interviews Roman grants monthly.

H
e’s
hot shit right now and knows it. Reporters from across the country and Europe want a piece of The Pretty.

T
he Reporter asks
him about friendships inside and outside the ring, “Who are you closest to?”

T
he Pretty responds
, “The people that I’m closest too are fighters or trainers. It’s a small group. You get close to people; like family. They are your family.”

T
he Reporter then asks
, “Have you ever had to fight a friend in the ring? And if so, were you conflicted?”

“
O
f course
,” Roman responds, “Our friendship is strictly outside the ring. Once we step into the cage, that man is my enemy. I see him as the man standing between me and what’s mine.”

“
C
an you elaborate
?” The Reporter asks.

“
S
ay
I have a daughter I’m supporting. My opponent is a threat to my daughter, and to me. If I don’t win, my daughter doesn’t eat. So I have to put him down.”

“
D
o you have a family
? A daughter?” The reporter asks, “I mean, besides your less than idyllic parents.”

R
oman parks
in the gym's parking lot and turns off the ignition. He responds abruptly, ‘The other fighters are my only brothers and the cage is my mistress; there to push me past my comfort zone. I’m there to stroke her, to please her and to draw blood for her.”

R
oman swings
the doors to the gym open with such a thud, the glass rattles and the other fighters in the gym pause for a moment.

T
hat reporter has touched
a nerve with Roman. He doesn’t know why someone asking about his childhood would still have an effect on him. He hates feeling this way or acknowledging that his past still brings up so many raw emotions.

R
oman commands his space
, stands contrapposto, like an alpha male. He never leans into a conversation, always faces out, toward the room.

E
ven the position
of his feet on the floor signal his status. He doesn’t approach other men; they approach him.

O
ther fighters
in the gym stop their training as he walks by, with respect to the master. He exchanges one-handed shakes and back-pats. Lucky Lewis gives him the “bro” handshake.

F
or there is
no one even remotely like him in the UFC; and no one comes close to the talent he possesses.

A
fter the handshakes
, The Pretty meets up with Al near the corner ring.

R
oman glances
up at the office for any signs of Tuesday. She’s not in the office or gym. This is actually a good thing as he doesn’t need the distraction that her scent, her pussy brings.

R
oman and Al
spend several hours on drills before The Pretty steps into the fighting ring to spar with Alvarado.

A
lvarado
, a friend, and former roommate has three pounds on The Pretty. He's also built differently as he's more solid than spry; which can count in his favor, as well as against him.

T
he Pretty steps
inside the practice ring and hugs Alvarado as Lucky Lewis moves to the front of the crowd to stake his viewing spot.

“
H
ow are you doing
, man?” Roman asks.

A
lvarado responds
, “The baby turns three tomorrow. I want you to come by and enjoy the birthday festivities, Roman. Sylvia asked me to ask you one more time. She worries about your well-being.”

R
oman smiles in appreciation
, “I’m no good at birthday parties, Marco. Babies, cake and me don’t mix. But I appreciate the invite.”

“
N
o problem man
,” Alvarado assures.

A
Referee steps
in and outstretches his arms that signal them to go to their corners.

T
he bell rings
. Both men automatically switch to a different mindset; that of kill or be killed.

O
ther fighters pause
their workouts to witness this sparring matchup that will go as many rounds as it takes to declare a winner.

W
ith The Pretty
, you have a freak physical specimen with killer kickboxing blows. And with Alvarado, you have a cunning, elusive Jujitsu stylist; an expert in his Martial Arts field with a nine-and-a-half reach advantage.

T
hough just a sparring match
, this could very well be one of the best match-ups anyone could imagine.

A
l asks
The Pretty before the bell rings, “Alvarado may have a shot. Treat this as a title fight.”

T
he Pretty adjusts his gloves
, “Everyone has a shot, Al. But it’s my job is to take that away from them.”

A
l steps
out of the ring.

T
he bell sounds
.

P
laying
a mental game as well as a physical, The Pretty squats low to the ground and almost crawls towards Alvarado. He keeps one hand on the ground so that Alvarado can’t kick him.

H
e’s
up now and bounces right to left before a leg sweep. Alvarado avoids the tumble and does a right, right left jab. None of them lands on, The Pretty.

A
lvarado darts
in and out of the strike zone. The Pretty uses his left leg in a hook fashion and makes contact with the right side of Alvarado’s head. Alvarado stumbles back, but quickly regains his footing.

T
he Pretty using
a spinning back kick and just misses Alvarado by an inch. However, it may as well have been missed by a mile, as far as The Pretty is concerned.

T
uesday returns
from a meeting and is intrigued by the Titan matchup. She keeps her distance, yet studies every nuance of the bout.

M
ost women
with her upbringing would recoil at the sight of men beating on other men for sport. Most women would find it barbaric to pound a man when he’s down and to purposely draw blood.

B
ut this sport
arouses something in Tuesday. She sees them as modern-day warriors and to the victor goes the spoils.

T
he Pretty
and Alvarado shuffle around the ring with only each other in their sites.

A
lvarado counter strikes
with a kick to the leg. He’s as good as any when it comes to this technique. And there’s no windup to his kicks because of his Jujitsu style of training. He doesn’t step before he throws his kicks; just kicks from his stance which means most of his opponents can’t see them coming.

H
owever
, The Pretty has studied Alvarado and has picked up a clue that may even be hidden to Alvarado himself. His thigh muscles contract just before the strike that gives The Pretty a split second to make a counter move.

T
he Pretty
continually changes his stance. He doesn’t fight southpaw or orthodox, so his opponent cannot anticipate what he’s going to do next.

T
he Pretty fakes left
, hits right and catches the cheek of Alvarado, which sends him stumbling back a few steps before he again recovers.

A
lvarado just misses
with his right hook counter as The Pretty outstretches his right arm and shuffles to the left.

B
oth men have gone all
in; this isn’t just another sparring match. As far as The Pretty and Alvarado are concerned, this is life or death, and everyone in the gym can feel it.

A
lvarado rushes forward
with a karate blitz that causes The Pretty to lose his balance for a split second. He recovers before Alvarado can do further damage.

A
lvarado lands
a body kick to the left as The Pretty blocks a follow-up with his forearm. Alvarado grows more confident and dangerous.

A
lvarado uses
one of the Pretty’s techniques; a front leg side kicks to the side. Alvarado misses with no contact, but he means to win.

W
ith another blitz
, Alvarado lands a solid kick to the body. The Pretty ignores the pain and sets out to put Alvarado in the ground.

T
he Pretty begins
to mimic Alvarado’s moves the way an alien would absorb its host. He plays the same game Alvarado plays which confuse Alvarado; who is, in essence, now playing against himself.

A
l squeezes
a horn as the two men go to their corners. The Pretty gets ice packs on his check, shoulders and neck. Alvarado has ice packs on his knees.

A
l speaks to The Pretty
, “I see your mind wandering in the cage. That’s not like you. Focus!”

A
lvarado’s Coach tells him
. “Continue the blitz. He’s on the defense. You got this.”

T
he bell rings
and the two fighters are back in the center.

T
he Pretty spins
and kicks towards Alvarado’s head two times in a row. Alvarado stumbles back when he works to avoid the blows.

T
he fighters tap
and clang knuckles two times before Alvarado drops to the ground and sweeps his leg under The Pretty to drop him. With lightning fast reflexes, The Pretty jumps over the leg and counters with his own sweep, which knocks Alvarado on his back.

T
he Pretty uses
his Roman Gecko wrestling training to pin Alvarado to the ground. His elbows are vicious, and he uses them like sledgehammers to cut deep gouges across Alvarado’s head.

T
he force
and angle of The Pretty’s elbows cause severe damage as blood spurts onto the mat and drizzles down Alvarado’s face.

T
he Pretty looks
to choke before the Referee separates the two fighters and calls a time out. The Referee orders Alvarado to be examined by the Doctor.

A
lvarado begrudgingly allows
the Doctor to access the damage and apply powdered charcoal to stop the bleeding. Alvarado is anxious to exact revenge.

T
he Doctor gives the okay
, and the match continues. The fighters take their same positions before they were separated.

F
ifty-seven seconds
on the clock.

W
ith The Pretty in control
, he gives a big knee to the body of Alvarado. Alvarado buckles but The Pretty holds onto him.

A
lvarado manages
to twist away and releases himself from The Pretty’s grip. They both shift from side to side in the center of the ring.

T
he Pretty lands
a massive punch to Alvarado’s side temple, which causes him to drop to his knees on all fours.

T
he Pretty wraps
his legs around Alvarado’s head and rolls him several times until they’re pressed up against the cage.

T
he Pretty grabs
Alvarado by the shoulders. As he slumps, The Pretty catches him by the neck and puts him down with a combination of a Standing Guillotine and the Von Fluke Choke.

T
he Pretty laces
his right arm around the back of Alvarado’s head and uses his entire body weight against his neck.

O
nce the air
and blood flow restrictions begin, Alvarado goes limp.

T
he Pretty keeps
the hold until the Referee sees this and calls it. The Pretty lets go as Alvarado crumbles to the ground in a heap, both bloody and unconscious.

I
t is all over
.

L
ucky Lewis tosses
his head up and down in a reverse nod to acknowledge The Pretty as the winner. Lucky then turns around and moves through the crowd towards the exit.

T
he Doctor puts
an oxygen mask over Alvarado’s nose and mouth. Alvarado opens his eyes.

T
he Pretty turns
his head and catches site of Tuesday in the crowd.