“This is what I made you shower and change for. Besides, you smell horrible after two hours of rolling on the mats. Ouch!” She yelled when I smacked her ass.
My stomach growled. “You better have brought food to this little shindig. As delicious as your pussy is, I need actual calories if we’re going to be up here fucking. Shit,” I cursed when she smacked my stomach. “Careful, you don’t break a finger doing that. My pain in the ass trainer has me on this plant-based diet that has me ripped as fuck.”
She grinned. “She’s noticed,” she said, her eyes trailing down to my torso and back up. “But we’re not here to fuck.”
I frowned. “Pity.”
“Shut up.” She took me by the hand, and I followed as we walked over to the chairs.
It was then I noticed the projector that sat at the far side of one of the chairs.
“I’ve got you covered with food,” she said, releasing my hand and uncovering the plates on the table. “I got you one of those vegan burgers you said you liked so much.”
“The Better Meat ones?”
She nodded.
“Hell yeah,” I said, moving closer, noticing that she also got waffle sweet potato fries, knowing I preferred them over regular fries. “Thanks.”
“Where’s my phone?” she asked, looking around.
“Fuck off,” I replied, knowing she was messing with me for thanking her again. “What’d you get?”
She nodded to her plate. “Fish sandwich and fries. Oh, and…” She paused as she moved around the side of the chair, to pick something up.
“Beer?” I asked when she held up an ice bucket filled with bottles of my favorite craft beer.
“I know you don’t drink while training but I figured we could make an exception for tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
“We’re watching one of the greatest fights in history.”
I lifted my gaze to the sky and groaned. “If I have to hear you talk about that damn Sonnen versus Silva fight one more time, I might put a bullet through my brain.”
“Morbid much?”
I chuckled and folded my arms across my chest.
She shook her head and placed the bucket down next to the table. “I didn’t say my favorite fight. We’re watching yours.” She smiled and jutted her head at the chair closest to me. “Sit. The projector’s all set up. We’re watching a documentary on it first.”
My stomach growled again, and I snatched the Styrofoam platter holding my food off the table before sitting. Seconds later, the blank white screen filled with the words, ‘Manila: The Philippines.’
Turning to look over at Syd, I caught her smile.
“Thrilla in Manila?”
“What? You think you’re the only one who listens when someone speaks? I remember what you said when I asked what your favorite fight was that day.”
“C’mere,” I said, pulling her to me with my free hand when she went to sit down.
“Luke, you’re going to spill your food.”
“I got it,” I said, moving my platter out of my lap to make room for her to sit. “We’re watching this with you right here.”
“You better not spill anything on me.”
“I’ll make sure to lick it off if I do.”
