isn’t that Madison .” Chris knew my plans; I just never got to the part of telling him I went through with them. He knew her name and I assumed that he put two and two together, but I guess he didn’t.
“Madison St. Cruix?” His eyes bug out. “The heavyweight champs girl. Are you crazy? Does she fucking know?”
“Yes she knows who I am.” I wipe the sweat off my face.
He studies me and I try to look everywhere but at him.
“Damn, El, she’s going to hate you if she finds out you have been using her in your fucked up game of fucking with Marcus.”
I know.
He follows me into the locker room when I walk away from him.
“El, what the fuck.” Is all I hear him say before I slam the door to the steam room in his face. I didn’t need him to judge me, I judge myself enough already.
This Love- Ellie Goulding
“Madison, are you listening to me?” My mother snaps into the phone.
We have been on the phone for what feels like hours going back and forth on a wedding date. A wedding that I dreaded even thinking about, let alone actually go through with planning it.
I rub my temples. “Yes, I told you that I would have to talk to Marcus.”
She makes a sound of disapproval, “and how is Marcus, is he training hard?”
Rolling my eyes I fill my fifth glass of wine this evening. “Yes he trains and yes he still rarely comes home so I honestly have no idea how he’s doing.”
“Your attending the promo party with him tomorrow, right?” She ignores me. “It’s been awhile since you two have been seen together. People are starting to talk.”
God forbid her circle of bitches start to talk about if I will tie the knot or not. They need a life.
“Well don’t worry,” I say dryly. “It’s been great talking to you mother, but this new bottle of wine and Sex in the City is calling my name.” I hang up before she can reply, which I do a lot.
Snatching up my glass and wine bottle I settle on the couch, clicking the play button to start my night with Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha.
Yoel has been ignoring me or avoiding me. Both are horrible, I have no idea why he hasn’t replied to me. Maybe he’s busy; he is training for the fight of his career. That’s what I tell myself, and I feel better for a little bit until I send him another text that goes unanswered, again.
Now annoyed I turn my phone off and dive into my marathon. Marcus, of course, was out for the night screwing some slut who caught his attention. Probably another gym bunny, figures.
After an hour of staring at my phone more than watching my show I cave and turn it back on. At first I don’t want to look to see if I have a missed text and after hyping myself up for a few minutes I finally look.
There’s a text.
Yoel: Hey babe. I left my phone in the room.
See you were freaking out for no reason.
I see that the text was sent forty minutes ago.
Me: Oh.
Oh? Is that all you can say?
Yoel: Miss you…
Me: I miss you too…
Minutes pass before he texts back.
Yoel: I’m beat. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?
He means the party. The party where I will be with Marcus. Was he bringing a date? Would I be able to handle that?
Me: I’ll be the one in pink :)
Yoel: I’m sure I would be able to see you in any crowd, babe. You’ll be the perfect one lighting up the room.
I almost text back I love you, but I stop myself.
Me: Night. XOXO
I say instead and hold my phone to my chest.
I love you.
The sound of the front door opening wakes me from my sleep and I realize I’m still on the couch, my phone lying on the side of my neck. I see Marcus trying to close the door softly, he doesn’t see me. I glance at the clock on the wall seeing it’s five in the morning.
“Late training session?” He jumps when he hears my voice. I stand to stretch.
“You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing out here?” He tosses his keys on the bar. “You didn’t have to stay up, Madison.”
“Please, I wasn’t
“Madison St. Cruix?” His eyes bug out. “The heavyweight champs girl. Are you crazy? Does she fucking know?”
“Yes she knows who I am.” I wipe the sweat off my face.
He studies me and I try to look everywhere but at him.
“Damn, El, she’s going to hate you if she finds out you have been using her in your fucked up game of fucking with Marcus.”
I know.
He follows me into the locker room when I walk away from him.
“El, what the fuck.” Is all I hear him say before I slam the door to the steam room in his face. I didn’t need him to judge me, I judge myself enough already.
This Love- Ellie Goulding
“Madison, are you listening to me?” My mother snaps into the phone.
We have been on the phone for what feels like hours going back and forth on a wedding date. A wedding that I dreaded even thinking about, let alone actually go through with planning it.
I rub my temples. “Yes, I told you that I would have to talk to Marcus.”
She makes a sound of disapproval, “and how is Marcus, is he training hard?”
Rolling my eyes I fill my fifth glass of wine this evening. “Yes he trains and yes he still rarely comes home so I honestly have no idea how he’s doing.”
“Your attending the promo party with him tomorrow, right?” She ignores me. “It’s been awhile since you two have been seen together. People are starting to talk.”
God forbid her circle of bitches start to talk about if I will tie the knot or not. They need a life.
“Well don’t worry,” I say dryly. “It’s been great talking to you mother, but this new bottle of wine and Sex in the City is calling my name.” I hang up before she can reply, which I do a lot.
Snatching up my glass and wine bottle I settle on the couch, clicking the play button to start my night with Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha.
Yoel has been ignoring me or avoiding me. Both are horrible, I have no idea why he hasn’t replied to me. Maybe he’s busy; he is training for the fight of his career. That’s what I tell myself, and I feel better for a little bit until I send him another text that goes unanswered, again.
Now annoyed I turn my phone off and dive into my marathon. Marcus, of course, was out for the night screwing some slut who caught his attention. Probably another gym bunny, figures.
After an hour of staring at my phone more than watching my show I cave and turn it back on. At first I don’t want to look to see if I have a missed text and after hyping myself up for a few minutes I finally look.
There’s a text.
Yoel: Hey babe. I left my phone in the room.
See you were freaking out for no reason.
I see that the text was sent forty minutes ago.
Me: Oh.
Oh? Is that all you can say?
Yoel: Miss you…
Me: I miss you too…
Minutes pass before he texts back.
Yoel: I’m beat. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?
He means the party. The party where I will be with Marcus. Was he bringing a date? Would I be able to handle that?
Me: I’ll be the one in pink :)
Yoel: I’m sure I would be able to see you in any crowd, babe. You’ll be the perfect one lighting up the room.
I almost text back I love you, but I stop myself.
Me: Night. XOXO
I say instead and hold my phone to my chest.
I love you.
The sound of the front door opening wakes me from my sleep and I realize I’m still on the couch, my phone lying on the side of my neck. I see Marcus trying to close the door softly, he doesn’t see me. I glance at the clock on the wall seeing it’s five in the morning.
“Late training session?” He jumps when he hears my voice. I stand to stretch.
“You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing out here?” He tosses his keys on the bar. “You didn’t have to stay up, Madison.”
“Please, I wasn’t
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