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"I told you I'd take care of it." I shrugged, walking past him to go back upstairs.
"Clarence you're hurt, you can't fight anybody else!" He said, getting loud.
"you're not changing my mind, quit speakin' on it."
He followed me all the way up stairs and to the bathroom, spewing out concerns.
"Look Jay it's done! Stop crying about it and let it go, I'm not letting you do some stupid shit and get yourself arrested or hurt!" I yelled as I turned around.
He flinched instantly causing me to feel guilt, "look...baby I'm not just going to sit here and let you get hurt, I told you I'll do anything for you and this is me living up to that. I'm sorry but, I'm not going back on this." I told him honestly.
"I just don't want you getting hurt.." he said lowly.
"and I won't, promise." I said with my hand over my heart.
He looked down, defeated, "w-well just let me—just let me come with you." He pleaded.
I immediately shook my head, "no, it's too dangerous."
"please." He asked again, this time looking up at me with doe eyes.
I cursed silently to myself and sighed, "ok,"
Immediately his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping on his face.
"listen, when we go you have to do everything I say, you can't leave my sight FOR ANYTHING," I told him sternly.
He nodded quickly, "yeah o-ok."
"pack a bag, the match is in Mexico and we leave tomorrow morning." I told him before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
After he walked away I shut the bathroom door and undressed, showering—but also thinking. He was right, I was hurt, I was bruised—beaten, and I definitely shouldn't have accepted a match against a top fighter in a completely different country.
But I acted on impulse, for as much shit as I have André for doing it, when it came to Joshua I didn't think—I just relied on instinct.
About five minutes in I heard the bathroom door open, then the shower curtain slowly do the same.
My eyes widened as Joshua stepped in.
I admired his bare body, the new tattoos, how fit he was—he was built like a god to me.
"what the hell are you doing?" I asked him, scanning his backside before he turned around.
"I'm taking a shower." He said simply.
"Jay, there's two other bathrooms in this damn house." I shook my head, watching as his hair became damp due to the water beating down on it.
"Well I wanted the one with you in it." He said lowly, grabbing the soap.
