Billion Dollar Love

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Neil Alvarez was watching me like a hawk. Even though his opponent continued to taunt him with an ugly sneer and mock punches, he was still watching me and I was scared, shitless. This man, hundred and sixty eight pounds of pure hard muscle, towering over six feet three, a giant of a man with bluest eyes I have ever seen, crooked nose, plump lips and sharpest jaw, was the most frighteningly beautiful man I have ever encountered in my life and he was watching my every move like he wanted to memorize it and I didn't have a single clue why.
Scarlet Morris was standing in the front row, completely frozen. Scarlet fucking Morris was here, in my underground fighting club, looking so goddamn perfect even after 10 fucking years. 10 years of watching her from afar, loving her with every single fucking essence of myself, all to let her go and now she was here, watching me with alertness and weariness like I was scaring the shit out of her which I probably was because I sure as fuck was not paying attention to the worl