“Fine,” I grumble as I pull him closer, pouting. “Will you at least come with me?”
“The boy would argue with me until his face is blue, but one word from Zia and he fucking listens. Unbelievable,” my dad scoffs. “Fine, see you both in the morning. I’ll bring breakfast.”
“Make sure to add extra cheese,” I demand before he can hang up.
“You’re on a diet for your matches,” my dad retorts.
“Zia isn’t, and he likes extra cheese,” I mumble, sliding my hand down my boy’s body to grip his ass as my cock hardens between us. He glares at me and tries to wiggle away, but I don’t let him.
“Jesus Christ. Zia, I know you’re pretty, but how did you whip my son so badly?” my dad asks, but there’s amusement in his voice.
“It’s all in the bedroom, Father,” Zia jokes. “Make sure to take those vitamins I sent you. You’ve looked tired recently. We’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”
“Good night,” my dad replies with a softness in his voice he seemsto reserve for my boyfriend. “Night, you ungrateful brat. Don’t keep Zia up too late by being a heathen.” He hangs up.
“My dad calls you more than me,” I mutter.
“He does, but I like your dad,” Zia says as he lies down, kissing my chest. “I think my father would as well. We should get everyone together for a meal, including Charlie.”
“You think? Like a pre-marriage meeting?” I tease, but I’m being dead serious. Both of our dads know I plan to marry Zia. He seems to be the only one who’s oblivious.
“You wish,” he says, kissing my chest again. “Go to sleep. You need to get up early.”
I groan as I roll us and pin him beneath me. “I can be a little tired. Besides, you only came twice, and that isn’t good enough for me.” Sliding down his body, I wrap my mouth around his dick as he gasps, his back arching. Despite my father’s warnings, I have no intention of letting my boy off easy tonight.
FORTY-TWO
My black shirt is buttoned all the way to the top, the golden-tipped collar matching the dangling chains on my chest. My black-and-white blazer is cropped, showing my waist. When I put it on this morning, Nikko went wild, grabbing me and demanding I change, saying he wouldn’t be able to concentrate. That’s how I know I’ve chosen an outfit well, and even though he’s working with the new trainees, his eyes keep coming back to me. There is a wildness in his gaze that tells me I’m going to get it later.
Sitting back, I cross my legs as I watch him. His dad did, in fact, have breakfast with extra cheese, and despite the meetings I need to attend, I find myself lingering as Nikko puts three new recruits through their paces.
His dad stays silent about the tattoo, but the other fighters give Nikko shit. He doesn’t seem to care, showing it proudly to them as I smile.
My eyes narrow, however, when I see visitors lingering at the entrance, watching them. I don’t know who they are looking at, but Nikko is the hottest one here, so it doesn’t take much to guess, and I hate it. He’s mine. The tattoo isn’t enough.
I need to control every aspect of his life so he can’t leave me.
Turning to his dad, I smile as an new idea comes to mind. “Can we speak in your office?”
He blinks at me but then nods and heaves himself up, Charlie following. His dad shuts the door to the office and sits in the chair, while Charlie perches on the busy desk. I take the seat opposite him, smiling as I eye the belts and photos behind his desk. Despite all his dad’s victories, the item in pride of place is a picture of Nikko.
“What’s up, son?” his dad finally asks, drawing my gaze from the photo.
“I want to buy the gym and Nikko’s apartment above it,” I say casually.
His dad huffs and then laughs, but when I arch a brow, he sobers up. “You aren’t joking?”
“Not one bit.” I shrug.
Charlie shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “Lots of people have tried to buy this gym. It’s in a prime location and the only thing stopping them from reconstructing this whole side of the river into high-rises, and he always says no.”
His dad leans forward. “Why do you want to buy it?”
“So I can protect and control it.” I shrug. “It’s a big part of Nikko’s life. I want to be part of every aspect of it. I won’t sell it, and there is no one better to protect it from investors than me. My name on that door would instantly turn them away.”
“You’re serious.” Charlie gapes. “Why? Just because Nikko trains here?”
“That as well.” I tap my nails on my knee. “Nobody has to know, and I’ll give you a great price. Nothing will change—well, apart from who I let watch Nikko’s training matches. Other than that, it will all be the same. You would still be in charge.”
