She is mine!

One two one two hit after hit my knuckles pound the bag in front of me, I have been training like this for the past two hours and I do not plan on stopping anytime soon. I need to be at the best of my ability for this fight next month not only is it for the championship title it is against my biggest enemy Carter f*****g Johnston and if that ain’t bad enough it is also being held as a charity event, now I support multiple charities myself so that is not what is bothering me it is the fact that UFC charity events are let us just say they are over the top the big bosses want to impress and that can put many fighters off their game. “Enough!” Paul my trainer shouts again “It is enough when I say it is enough” one two one two on the bag I know I shouldn’t be snapping at him, but he keeps saying I’m over doing it which is bullshit “I wasn’t f*****g asking Marshall, we have an appointment, and you need a shower you f*****g stink” I swear he is one of the very few people who can get away with talking to me like that “What is this appointment for anyway?” I ask innocently “You have taken to many blows to the head, son” Paul shakes head while chuckling. I had a quick shower and got dressed I just shoved on a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with my trainers and now we I am driving us to some shitty meeting with the UFC board of directors and some f*****g event planner to discuss everything for the fight I still don’t know why I am having to take time out my training for this s**t. I pull up to the building and park the car, Paul and I are just about to start walking to the building but we both stop at the same time to watch the five foot something long legged inked woman about to enter the building but she stops and looks at her phone before looking around like she is looking for someone “That’s my calling” I smirk at Paul and start jogging up to her giving Paul the finger over my head “Hey there, looking for someone?” I ask and f**k me she is stunning her black blazer over a low cut white top I can see the black ink the covers her chest and up one side of her neck but there is also either a dagger or sword tat which looks like it is going down to below where her top starts between those full t**s .. s**t that is hot... her tight black skirt ends just above her knees and her black heels that look like they could easily be used as a murder weapon “Yeah, my boyfriend actually” she smirks but it is her voice that almost floors me why I don’t know it’s just a perfect amount of soft with a hint of cockiness “Marshall! Why the f**k you talking to my girl?” the voice I instantly recognise and despise. I turn to face the prick but not before noticing her checking me out which just boosts my ego, and I see Paul now running towards us “Johnston! I was just asking her what she is doing with a little boy when she could have a real man” I hear two different chuckles coming from behind me “Marshall, she wouldn’t leave a catch like me for a self-centred prick like you” well that was rude “I am hard centred dude which I would be more than happy to give to ‘your girl’” I smirk as I watch his jaw drop and hearing Paul and the mystery woman laugh makes my smirk grow but I hear Paul try to clear his throat to stop him laughing “Enough gentleman, we have a meeting to attend, save for it cage” As we all enter the building they walk ahead of me and Paul giving me the perfect opportunity to watch as her hips sway as she walks and to stare at her ass which in that skirt lets me imagine how good her ass would look bare in the air while her long hair is wrapped around my wrist whilst I pound- “No fighting in the elevator fellas” Paul warns pulling me out of my erotic daydream. Carter tries to pull her behind him as he notices I am staring at her while we are in the elevator, but she doesn’t move, and I watch his jaw tick as the elevator doors slide open, I give her a wink and watch as red tinges her cheeks “Out!” Paul pulls me along by the top of my t-shirt but there is nothing but humour in his voice. Once we are all seated a long table Mr Bennette the UFC big boss takes a stand at the head of the table “We are all here today to discuss the charity event which is now the championship match due to Garson being stripped of the title. Miss Clay here -” he points to Johnstons girlfriend “will be planning the event. As Johnston and Marshalls match is the main event of the evening this meeting gives you both the opportunity to discuss any ideas or requirements you both may have. Miss Clay over to you” He takes a seat while she stands where he just was, she moves with such confidence and power immediately which doesn’t surprise me “Good afternoon gentlemen, I am here today to solely listen to any ideas anyone in this room may have moving forward with the planning. We have the venue for the actual event but Mr Bennette has also asked myself to plan an after party for everyone which will have to be at a different venue as the cleanup crew will have to get in soon after the match so if anyone has any ideas for the second venue please just let me know. I will require to speak to both Mr Marshall and Mr Johnston separately this is just for dressing room requirements and VIP access for any friends or family who will be coming along-” I swear I have never listened to someone so intently until her but when she stops, she is looking at Johnston “Are you just going to sit there on your phone Mr Johnston or are you actually going to pay attention?” She glares at her boyfriend with her hands on her hips making everyone snigger as his head shoots up to look at her.