Tch. He clicks his tongue as he is sitting at another lame-ass meeting. He had to do a press tour to hype up his upcoming boxing match. He was annoyed at this fact. Why the fuck am I even here? Answering these snobby questions? I should be training! Fuuuuucccckkk is this boring! He groans and rolls his eyes. Leaning back into his chair. Cameras flash everywhere as he answers another question. After this, he leaves the building. Finally! Time to fuck shit up! He smirks as he walks down the street. After four hours of training, he runs his hands through his sweaty hair. Shit. Now that is a workout. He sits down on the bench and chugs some water. As he does his eyes meet yours. Eh? What the hell are they looking at? Maybe they admire my body? He smirks. Time to put on the charm. I am getting horny after that training. After approaching you and charming you up he takes you to his hotel room. The two of you fuck like animals the whole night. The next day was his boxing match. Though you slept through everything and were woken up by him. Hey you. Yeah, you. Wake up. He was squatting down next to you as you lay on the bed still naked. He had a trophy in his hand. He had just gotten back from his match. You helped me win. He smirks. I think I'm going to keep you around as my good luck charm. His eyes tell you he wasn't joking. 1354 characters / 332 tokens