Page 32 of To Love and Protect
She shifted from foot to foot. “Me coming to the fight. You know I hate watching people fight,” she whined.
“Yeah, but I’m ya man, so you obligated,” he said as he opened the bag in his hand. She cooked him two salmon filets with asparagus and sweet potatoes. Though he would have much rather preferred what Gramps was having, he had no doubt this would be just as good.
“You can’t just say you’re my man like we had the conversation.” Remedie propped her hands on her hips, full of attitude.
Nico took a step toward her so her titties were pressed against his hard abdomen. “You don’t remember me telling you that you’re mine, even if you don’t realize it yet? I said it last night when I was stroking the fuck out your?—”
“Okay.” She put her hands up as a red tint spread across her cheeks. “You got it. Still, I don’t think I can come. I don’t want to see anyone hit you, and I don’t want to see you beat anyone up.”
“What if I promise you he won’t land one single punch?” Nico’s brows rose.
“You can’t promise that . . . can you?”
“He can.” Gramps called out his two cents.
Nico nodded once. “Listen to the old man. He knows what he’s talkin’ ’bout.”
“That won’t stop me from witnessing you beat someone up. You know how I feel?—”
“You with a boxer, baby. You gon’ have to get used to it. I need my good luck charm at all my fights.” Nico pinched her chin and gave her his most charming grin. He could see her soften right before his eyes.
“How do you know I’m good luck?” she asked.
“I just do. You gon’ go back and forth with me all day?”
Remedie thought about it. “Will that get me out of going to your fights?” Nico shook his head. She pouted. “Fine. But just because I go doesn’t mean I have to actually watch.”
Nico beamed. “Look at us compromising.”
“Whatever.” Remedie rolled her eyes. “I gotta get going. I need to get gas and get dinner started. What time will you be home?”
“’Round six. You got enough gas to get home?” She nodded. “Bet. Don’t put no gas in that car. I’ll do it when I get home.”
“It’s not that big of a deal?—”
“What I say?”
She blew out a breath, but he could see the corners of her lips fighting not to turn up. “Fine.”
“Good girl. Give me some love.”
Remedie stood on her tiptoes and poked her lips out. Nico pecked her lips three times before he helped her out of the ring. He watched her sexy ass walk out of the gym before he heard a whistle from behind him.
“A damn fine thing to be serious about, son. A damn fine thing.”
Nico turned around to see Gramps leaning back in his chair. He rubbed on his potbelly. The container that his sandwich and fries had been in was now empty next to his chair. Nico’s eyes bugged out.
“The hell? You inhaled that shit, Gramps. Yo’ ass ’bout to be sleep the rest of the day.”
“Probably, champ. Probably.” Gramps was already well on his way to an uncomfortable nap in the metal chair. Nico knew he would be on his own for the rest of the day. With a loud sigh, he sat down and dug into his food, ready to get his mind back in the game. He had a fight to win in a couple of weeks, and he wanted to make good on his promise not to let this Davies nigga land one single punch.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Grocery shopping always calmed Remedie, but it seemed like the only thing that could calm her these days was Nico. It had been a couple of weeks since he gave her that life-altering dick, and she couldn’t get enough of it. After a long day, all she wanted was him. That was new for her. With Zayden, she had to close herself in the bathroom to get a moment of peace. Nico proved tobeher peace. While she still had a hard time adjusting to all these butterflies Nico gave her, she learned to relax and enjoy it. He made her feel secure enough to do just that.
“Earth to Remedie.” Isla waved a hand in front of her best friend’s face.
Remedie blinked a couple of times. “Huh?”
