My boxing Angel

Chapter 4

~Jasmine~

It’s been a week since Vincenzo’s party, and I couldn’t be happier. I haven’t seen much of the 4 brothers, which I am grateful for. After that night at the club, where each brother was keeping tabs on me, brought back some memories. It felt good to have someone that worries for you, especially when your older brother lives on the other side of the world and rarely has the time to call because of his job.

My phone beams with a message and I pause the movie I was currently watching. I open the message from my boss and cry out when I read it. My boss is asking for my presence in the gym so I can take pictures of the fighters’ training.

Sometimes I really hate my job, especially when I have to leave my house on a Saturday morning to take photos of shirtless men. Well now that I have said it, it doesn’t sound as bad as I made it look.

I walk inside the gym and see Milo talking to a handsome guy. “Believe me, this has been the best decision you have ever made” he slaps the guy’s back as he smiles.

“Good morning” I chimed as I walk up to the two guys. They both turn around and Milo’s eyes light up as he sees me, while the cute guy stares at me like I was the last water bottle on a dessert.

“You are right Milo; this might have been the best decision after all” the handsome guy said with a flirty smile and I couldn’t help but feel coy. His eyes run all over me and I suddenly feel hot and bothered.

“Okay slow down Colton” Milo laughs and grabs Colton by the shoulder. “Colton this is Jasmine the company’s best PR.”

“You make me blush Milo,” I tell him with a giggle, and he rolls his eyes at me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Colton,” I remarked and stuck out my hand to greet him properly.

“The pleasure is all mine” he replied, then he took my hand and gave it a kiss while looking deep into my eyes. My cheeks start to height up and he notices because his smile widens.

“Jasmine.” A gruff voice spoke up and I snatch my hand back from Colton’s hold. I turn around and see a very pissed-off, very shirtless, very sweaty Vincenzo. I laugh nervously and scratch the back of my neck, feeling guilty all of a sudden. “Are you here to take pictures or flirt?” he demanded with an arched brow.

This guy is lucky he is hot, otherwise, I would be wearing an orange jumpsuit.

“Right, the pictures,” I tell him with a cough. “I will be with you in a minute,” I tell him, and Vincenzo rolls his eyes at my dismissive tone and walks away.

“That your boyfriend?” Colton asked me as he eyed off Vincenzo with an arched brow.

“What?” I asked with a hysterical laugh. “God no, I’m more like his personal PR even though he doesn’t pay me.”

“Well then it’s a good thing he isn’t your boyfriend,” Colton smirked, and I could see malice in his eyes.

“And why is that?” I ask, eyeing him with a questioning look, something that Colton has in his posture other than confidence is mischief swirling all around his eyes. He reeks of trouble. Maybe I need some trouble in my life to spice it out.

“Because now I know he won’t bash my head in whenever he sees me flirting with you,” Colton says cheekily, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and walks off to start his training season.

-

“Jasmine! I’m glad I caught you before you left for your house.” A male voice speaks from behind me, and I turn around to see who it is. My boss walks hurriedly towards me with a smile and his phone in one hand.

“Good afternoon, Joshua” I smile politely at my boss.

“Good afternoon to you too, look Vincenzo is having a few fights around America in the next month and his manager has asked for you to be his personal PR,” he tells me with a smile, and I can’t help but cough with my own saliva.

“Excuse me?” I asked famished at this sudden news. “Doesn’t he already have a PR?” I question him with narrowed eyes. I really don’t like where this conversation is going.

“He does, but his wife just gave birth, so he needs to be home, and since you are the next big thing in this company, they asked to borrow you,” Joshua says with a shrug, and I restrain myself from groaning.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” I question him even though I already knew the answer to that.

“Not really,” he said with a smile. “But he will be paying you since this is apart from the company.” He tells me. At least there will be a benefit from having to work so closely with Vincenzo.

“Okay,” I tell him with a nod, agreeing to probably the worst idea that someone could have ever had.

“Excellent” he unlocks his phone and starts typing away. “His manager will be contacting you soon, for all the details.”

“Perfect,” I say through greeted teeth and start making my way to my car.

-

Since it’s Saturday, I settle myself in front of my computer and wait patiently for the call to enter. At exactly 8:00 p.m. my computer starts to ring, and I smile.

“Hey, there handsome” I exclaimed to my older brother, and I hear his laughter. Beckett is my older military brother. He is 26 years old and lives on the other side of the world. Beckett was stationed to work in Madrid, Spain so he had to move.

Beckett has tan skin from all the time he has to work outside under the sun, his eyes are dark brown, and his hair is light blonde, but it’s cut short because of work.

“How was your day?” Beckett questioned; I smile at him. He has always been the older brother that is there for you, always asking how your day was, if I ever needed something, even giving me relationship advice.

“Oh, you know, just working with sweaty, shirtless guys” I tease him, and I see his face scrunched up in disgust.

“I hate you” he hisses, and I laugh. Beckett has always hated the fact that I work closely with the male gender and take pictures of them half-naked.

“I love you too big bro” I blow him a kiss. “Well actually I just became the personal PR of Vincenzo,” I tell him sheepishly, and I see his eyes narrow.

“That boxer that has always been an asshole?” he asked, getting closer to the computer camera. I let out a breath and nodded, answering the question. “

That’s the one” I tell him but furrow my eyebrows at his expression. “Don’t put that face!” I cried out at him.

“What face?” he asks, scrunching up his nose in disgust.

“That face!” I exclaim as I point at his face. “That’s your disapproval face” I fuss at him. “And I really don’t need disapproval right now,” I tell him in a low voice and Beckett’s face falls.

“I’m not…” Beckett starts to speak but cuts himself off. “Just be careful and responsible,” he tells me, and I smile at him.

“When am I not?”

“Must I remind you about what happened to the neighbor’s dog?” he inquired raising an eyebrow.

“I thought we wouldn’t talk about that ever again!” I exclaimed and Beckett starts to laugh hysterically.