21: One and Only
Reaching out blindly to the spot that was supposed to occupy Emilio, I found that I was reaching for air. Opening my eyes I saw the empty spot and I sighed putting my weight on my elbow I contemplated if I should go in search for him or go back to sleep and hope that when I wake up again that he is going to be there.
Rolling over to my other side I settled for the second option but there was one problem, I had become dependent on Emilio to be my personal pillow, opening my eyes I slipped out of bed and grabbed the Polo shirt that had been abandoned on the floor.
Walking into the bathroom I used the restroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face, leaving my hair in its wild state I shut the bathroom door behind me. Leaving the bedroom I walked downstairs, I didn't even know where to start to look in this big ass home, but I just started with the backyard since I remembered all the boxing equipment that was back there and kind of figured he would be back there.
Opening the double doors I walked out to see Emilio jumping rope, and it was making a whip sound, so I don't think I could even call it jumping rope from how fast he was going. Sitting down on the couch he hadn't yet saw me, and I wanted to keep it like that.
I wanted to see him in his own element when I wasn't around, and plus it was sexy as hell to see him work out, I watched him as he went from the jump ropes to pushups and doing other work outs, I guess the sex hadn't gotten rid of all the extra calories.
"Come ere' mi amor." He muttered grabbing some boxing gloves. Not in the least bit shocked he felt my prescience I got up from my spot and walked over to where he was at sitting down on a foldable chair he put his arm out on a towel and spread each finger, "I want you to wrap me up."
Handing me some gauze I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"
"Grab that chair and I'll show you." He said nodding over to a chair, doing as he said I drug the chair a few inches away from his hand sitting down he began instructing me, "Wrapping a boxer's hands is only to protect their hands, a boxer money maker is their hands and if their hands get hurt in a fight than they would be out of training and conditioning for weeks probably months, so we wrap our hands to protect our hands."
Cocking my head to the side I fiddled with the gauze, "I always thought the wrapping and gloves were just to—you know—not make the hit harder than it is."
"Nah, that's what the glove is for but to start out you need to message my hand, so it could rest out my hand, so it makes it easier for you to wrap." He explained.
Sitting the tape in my lap I began to massage his hand, I was happy that he was involving me in his career,, "So, is that why you are resting your arm on this towel?"
Nodding he said, "Yes, so after you're done messaging my hand you start out by wrapping my wrist tightly," Grabbing the gauze I began to wrap around his wrist, "Make sure to wrap it tightly around about ten to twelve times."
"What if I wrap it too tightly?" I said still looking down making sure I didn't go over the number ten.
"Then it could possibly cut off the blood circulation in my hand."
Stopping at the number ten I looked up at him, "And you don't think I can't do that?"
"Anyone can do it mi amor, but I trust you not to do it." He said looking at me intensely, "Now you're going to begin to protect my thumb and you are going to go over and then under at least two or three times."
"So, just making an 'X'?" I said and when he nodded I followed his previous directions, "You trust me?"
Licking his lip he nodded, "I trust you with everything I have princess," I could feel my heart to begin to speed up from his gaze, "You can start wrapping my knuckles make sure to not cover my palms, go around about five times and go back over the back of my hand and wrist."
It was something satisfying about doing this, it was quite peaceful actually, finishing up his directions he grabbed some pad, "This is a knuckle pad," Placing half of it on his knuckle he said, "Wrap the wrap around my knuckles two times." Doing as he said, he folded the knuckle pad over once more and I wrapped it around two more times, "Now go back over my wrist and thumb a few more times and cut it."
Handing me a pair of scissors I cut the gauze when I was done, "What's next?"
Giving me adhesive tape he said, "Wrap this around my wrist and over my thumb—basically follow the same steps you did when wrapping with the gauze, but make sure that when you go over my knuckles to keep two inches away from the knuckles."
Wrapping his wrist for a few seconds I felt his eyes on me finishing up I looked back up at him and he kissed me, "Eres mi corazón."
Placing his forehead against mine I said, "What does that mean?"
"I'll tell you later." He muttered kissing me on the head. Holding out his other hand he smirked, "You think you can do the other one on your own?"
Smiling I began wrapping his hand, and I did end up wrapping his hand of course I made a few mistakes, but I was never a professional at this, getting up from his spot he grabbed some hitting pads, which caused me to walk over to where he was, putting them on me he said, "You trust me?"
Watching him put on boxing gloves I said with no hint of faltering, "With my life."
"Give me a 1-2." He said jumping from one foot to another. I reminisced how he held up the gloves, holding up the right he delivered a swift jab and I came up with a left immediately and he gave the pad an almost instant left jab, "Right jab-left cross."
Going through with the simple combination I knew he was going easy on me because I refused to believe that this was the man to have knocked out twelve out of sixteen men with these punches, "So is this the Bala so many men are scared of?"
Chuckling he looked at me wrapping my arms around his waist I grinned at him and he shook his head, "I think it's the face."
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"So what you're just going to watch me?" I questioned standing in the pool running my hands through the water.
Leaning forward in his chair he crossed his hands, "I mean it's a sight." He grinned.
Shaking my head I walked towards him and leaned my head on the ledge of the pool, "You have this beautiful pool and you're telling me you've never been in it...very hard to believe."
Getting up from his spot crouched down in front of me and said, "I've always had this beautiful home and I've never been in it."
Cocking my head to the side I frowned a little, "I-I don't understand."
"I had the house made after my first pro fight and you are the only one who has been in it besides me." He admitted.
It explained a lot really, and it had me wondering why he hadn't shown Isabella this place, "How come you didn't show Isabella the home."
"Because I didn't have the same feelings for her that I have for you mi amor." He muttered placing a hand on my cheek.
Kissing his palm I grabbed both of his hands, "This is our home?"
"Yes princess this is our home." He mumbled looking at my lips.
Looking at the home I had to take it all in, this was going to be the home that we lived in, in no less than six months, this was going to be the home that we were going to be possibly raise our kids, looking back at him I saw that he hadn't taken his eyes off of me, smiling I began to walk backwards slowly and in a single but hard yank he was falling into the pool with a big splash coming soon after.
Laughing I saw him rise from underneath the water, rubbing his face of the water the white shirt became see through and his tattoos were more than evident, a playful glare came to his eyes and before I could retreat his arms were being wrapped around me like a vine and pulled back to him.
Turning around I placed my hands on his chest, "See the pool—"
Picking me up he threw me to the other side of the pool and with a yell I was being submerged into water I came back up instantaneously moving my hair from my face I narrowed my eyes at him if I could do the same he would be right there with me, but all I could do was watch him laugh.
Jumping on him he caught me, "I guess the pool isn't that bad." He said his laughs reducing to chuckles and then to a smirk.
Turning us around he backed me onto the ledge of the pool, "I guess that was fair." I said looking down at his shirt.
I couldn't help the fact of me being turned on, dropping his head down he nipped at my bottom lip, "See if I fucked you outside I would be wrong right?" He mumbled kissing my neck.
A sigh escaped from my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I don't see anyone here."
Chuckling he grabbed each side of my face and kissed me.
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"Can I ask you a question?" I said tracing the tattoo that was on his wrist.
Kissing my temple his arms tightened around me causing for the bath water to slosh around, "You can ask me anything princess."
"How can you stay so humble after everything, I mean you are starting to become this known boxer and you're having people in the boxing community who have been labeled legend saying that you are going to go down as a legend like them and you have the money and probably have women throwing themselves at you, what kept you so humble?" I turned to look at him.
Looking straight forward he thought about it for a moment before finally saying, "The people I surround myself with, I didn't put myself around a lot of 'yes' men I put myself around the type to tell me what I can do better, the type to tell me that this shit I'm doing don't last forever and if I'm passionate about it I'm going to give my all while it's still my time." Finally looking down at me he pecked my lips, "My community is watching my every action and I don't want to carry myself in a way to the boys in that gym who want to be like me think that you can treat people any kind of way."
"Well I think you're doing an amazing job at being an example for the boys." I laid my head on his chest.
Kissing my shoulder he muttered, "I'm not just being an example for the boys mi amor."
"What do you mean?" I said looking back up at him.
Dipping his head he sat up and kissed my ear, "I want to be a good example for our kids."
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I'll see you soon stay safe.—A.A