She's the one
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Marilyn was most definitely caught off guard by now.
'Who the hell is this guy?' she asked herself while she remained bent on not giving Leo enough audience in the long run for him to want to see her again, and again. Welp! She had given him her contact already, and he knew she was new to Lion just like him, so for now he had the upper hand between both of them, but that didn't have to last, right? Well, she was wrong. Leo started to text her as soon as she was on her way back to her house.
'See you tomorrow?' Leo's text came in while Marilyn was in a taxi back home.
'Oh, for goodness sake' She muttered. She was in a different taxi than the one she was used to from the airport. She hailed this one in front of the hotel entrance, considering the fact that her house was just around the corner. Marilyn didn't respond to Leo's text.
By the time she got home, she realised just how tipsy she was. While she conversed with Leo back at the Swiss hotel, she had a lot of sips of the wine she had ordered, which, as a matter of fact, was what helped loosen her up to talk to him without prejudice, unknown to her that she was getting drunk. Luckily, it hit her when she was already at home, so she was safe.
'Hello?' Leo's text came in again. Marilyn was turned off by his persistence, but she figured out that the best way to get rid of him texting her endlessly, was to give him the reply he so desperately wanted.
'Okay,' she texted Leo back. She thought it didn't matter if she would see him again or not. As long as he stopped texting her at that point in time, then she was good.
Leo went back to his hotel room. The typical loner that he was, he didn't welcome any friends from other fighting camps. Most of the other bare-knuckle fighters had started to frolic and make friends with themselves even though they would end up going at each other ruthlessly when the games kicked off, but not Leo.
'How do you expect me to throw a real blow at someone I just had dinner with?' he asked his coach when the ever so boisterous fifty-year-old man asked him why he insisted on being lonely when every other fighter was having a good time. The fact that he was alone made him have the space to think about how his day had gone. Did he speak well at the press conference? It was easy for everyone else to cheer him on because they liked him as a celebrity, but Leo was too disciplined to fall for the jamboree. He started to assess his performance by watching the video his media team sent to his email for the day, and then when he was done, his mind went back to Marilyn.
Part of the reason why he had not revealed his real identity as one of the bare-knuckle fighters was that he was afraid she would reject him. Not every female was turned out of their mind because of a celebrity, and Marilyn certainly looked like one that would not give a hoot about his status, especially because of the fact that he was a fighter. He stared at the chat he had with her just a moment ago and fought his instinct to text her again.
'Coach' he started to call while he walked towards the room next door. 'Coach' Leo continued to bellow, knocking on the door of the man's room relentlessly.
'What is it, Leo?' Coach Ruger asked impatiently, opening the door urgently to let Leo in:
'Please hold on to my phone before I make a wrong move' he said, handing his phone over to Mr Ruger. It was not a new occurrence for Leo, so his coach snatched the phone from him without asking what was wrong.
'Any other thing?' Coach Ruger asked Leo.
'I met a pretty ass lady tonight at the bar', Leo announced while he let himself into the man's room. Ruger rolled his eyes and started to head toward his bed.
'How many pretty ass women have you met in the last two weeks, Leo?' Ruger asked, shaking his head while at it.
'No, no, Ruger, I assure you that this one is different,' Leo said emphatically:
'Indeed' his coach replied, nodding with obvious disbelief:
'I swear, you needed to have seen her, she's different, and she's so pretty and her dominance turns me on by several volumes' Leo continued to gush about Marilyn to Ruger.
'I saw her' Ruger revealed to Leo. 'I came looking for you and I saw you smiling from ear to ear while you conversed with her', he added.
'Okay sneaky devil, so? You saw her then, isn't she pretty?' Leo asked his coach:
'She is, definitely. But how long will you last with her?' Ruger asked. 'Leo, I have been your coach for eight years, it's been one woman to another and then another. Sometimes you have three relationships within the space of fewer than two months. How do you expect me to take you seriously anymore?' Ruger asked with concern.
'It has never been any fault of mine that my relationships don't last. You know these ladies are always after the glitz and glamour that follows me. I don't want that. No man wants to have a relationship that's based on money and fame and other material things', Leo explained:
'So what makes you think this one is any different?' Ruger asked.
'I know she is, Ruger. I have never felt this way before concerning a female, and it's not because she's so damn pretty or anything. I can get a lot of pretty females easily, this one just hit me differently. I think she's the one', Leo told Coach Ruger, staring him intensely in his eyes.
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