I turned back to him and huffed. “Fine. What time is this fucking interview and who’s the interviewer?”
“Two in the afternoon, and the interviewer is Aiden James,” Rupert replied.
“Time is good. It’ll be after my training.”
“During, buddy. I’m going to work the shit out of you tomorrow,” Barry said.
I groaned. “Really, Barry? I’m starting at six in the morning.”
“And you’ll be ending when I say so. You want to keep that belt around your waist? Well, you need to stay on top of your game,” Barry said.
I laughed and nodded. I loved the training, hated the weight-watching. Sometimes you just wanted that fucking juicy-ass triple cheese burger with the applewood-smoked bacon. God, I wanted that burger so bad, but Barry had me on a heartless strict diet and regiment. I was going to be sore as fuck by tomorrow night, for sure.
“Getting back to what I was saying, the most significant aspect about this interview is the interviewer,” Rupert interjected.
“What’s so significant about him?” I asked.
“Are you kidding? You need to read more, Macio. Aiden James is one of the top reporters in the business. He gets the stories most of those vultures would sell their souls for. Everyone he’s done an interview with has been at the top of their game, and with the exposure they received from his editorials, it’s boosted them into huge endorsement rackets, even movie and book deals.”
Rupert was seeing nothing but dollar signs right then. More money for me meant more money for him. Being popular meant a loss in privacy… and I valued my fucking privacy.
“Don’t think I want to do any movie or book deals,” I said.
Rupert snorted. “Don’t squash it yet, but keep your options open. First things first, do the interview. I’ll swing by tomorrow around one to do a mock interview with you just to make sure you’re feeling comfortable.”
I chuckled. “More like you want to make sure I don’t get out of line with him.”
Rupert laughed. “Yeah, well, you’re right. This is a step in the right direction.”
I saw the lights of my hotel approaching and I was relieved to soon be free of this conversation. “Sure, Rupert.”
“Don’t worry, we have a little something something for you in your room. Something to take the edge off and celebrate with,” Barry said.
I looked at him and smiled. “Well now, that’s more like it.” I hugged both men as I climbed out of the limo. Of course, the paparazzi were there, mixed in with the other media reporters. Everyone wanted a piece of me and they tossed questions at me like women tossed their panties; and just like how I did with them, I kept walking, ignoring the blitz. I entered my hotel, which blessedly didn’t allow them to follow, and made my way to the elevator.
I had the penthouse suite, twenty-five hundred a night. Pricey as fuck, but worth it for the luxury and the privacy it provided. I slid my key card in the slot, opened the door, and entered. My suite was beautiful, if I may say so. Dining room, living room, two bedrooms, with one being the master. Two baths and a private Jacuzzi on the balcony. There was also a gorgeous pool table, and two fifty-inch screen TVs in both bedrooms and a seventy-five-inch TV in the living room. Perfect size for watching the replay of tonight’s fight.
I tossed my card on the dining room table as I walked towards the master bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks when I opened the door and laid my eyes on the very naked man lounging on my bed with a bow on his right ass cheek.
“Welcome home, Champ,” he purred with lips I was looking forward to seeing wrapped around my cock.
I smiled and tossed my jacket onto the chair by the window. Barry and Rupert always looked out for me, and I appreciated that. Lord knows, busting a few loads was exactly what I needed after the night I’d had. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it without a care, and approached the bed. The guy crawled over to me, rising on his knees as he wrapped his arms around my neck. He was cute; brown hair, gray eyes, and a swimmer’s build, so I knew he worked out. He had a nice-looking ass, too. I couldn’t wait to plow it.
“I saw the fight. You looked so sexy taking down Rocco Sanders. I’ve been so excited for you to get back here so I could suck the cock of the champion,” he said, grinning.
I smirked. “Yeah, I bet. I hope you ate your Wheaties this morning, because I’m about to wear your ass out.”
He looked at my muscular, tattooed chest and his grin grew wider. “I love a man with tats and a nipple piercing.”
I smiled. “You do, eh? Well, why don’t you show me how much you love my tats by licking each one.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, baby. You’ve got me for the next three hours.”
Good, because I was going to need every second. Time to have a little fun.
I woke up in an empty bed, something I was used to. The escort sated my needs and left after four hours. He gave me one hour free because I fucked his brains out like the stallion I was. I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock, only to see I woke up with five minutes to spare before the alarm would go off. Well, I could sit back and claim those pitiful minutes or just get my ass out of bed.
Ahhhh, fuck it.I shut the alarm off and climbed out of the bed, making my way to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, I was toweling off and slipping on a pair of sweats and a hoodie. I tied my sneakers up, then headed out the door with my duffle bag. My motorcycle was parked right where I’d left it, but unfortunately, I was greeted by some son of a bitch with a camera.
