Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance

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Authors: Marci Fawn
Raina throws at me finally. "Get the fuck off me."
    "No?" I ask. "Start talking then. Convince me it isn't."
    "You're hurting me. Let go, Lee."
    "Start explaining and I might."
    She pouts for a second more, but nods. I let her go and she slides back into her chair, trying to smooth down her hair and clothes. That was not the messing up I had in mind, but I didn't expect to be cock-blocked by the guy who practically runs the city from the underground up and who I managed to seriously piss off. Seems I wasn't the only one.
    I take a seat opposite of Raina and rest my boots on her pristine table. She glares at me, but says nothing about it.

    " T his better be good ," I tell her.

Raina
    A month has gone by .
    Long, long days that seemed they would never end where I wished only for a resolution, any kind of clarity. I just wanted it all to be over. The confusion, the sense of betrayal, entrapment. I was a fucking mess and for a good reason, but I can't tell Lee that.
    In the end, I got my answers, but it didn't make anything better. It only added a new factor into this shit-storm.
    A new life. I got pregnant, from Lee.
    I can't tell him, I won't. But he is right about Ricky. I've kept him at a distance as best as I've been able, but it won't last forever. And by the time I start to show, this needs to be over. Damn Ed and his meddling, but perhaps he can help after all. I don't have to tell him everything. After all, the baby is not why Ricky is pestering me.
    Lee listens to me explain. I thought he'd interrupt and call me a stupid girl again or say I'm hysterical. Something like that. He really doesn't know how to talk to women, but he probably never had to. One look at him and women will forget all about their dignity and stare.
    Yeah. That night – not my proudest moment.
    Knowing that, it's not easy to admit that I'm still very, very much attracted to him. I mean, honestly, this has to be a legitimate issue that I have. A guy barges into my office after I've been scared to my wits' end and all I can think about is how fucking hot he is. The way he grabbed my hair, pulling it... I was so glad he didn't have any way of knowing how turned on I was by that.
    Sneaky son of a bitch. Obvious consequences aside, that night was a huge mistake.
    And he left! Again.
    How many hints do I need before I get it into my head that Lee isn't good for me? He isn't good for anyone. And he definitely isn't father-material.
    The problem is, he's regretfully right about this. I need him. I don't know what madness drove Ed to look him up, but now that he's here... I don't think I can afford to be proud and send him away. Ricky backed me into a corner and with every week that passes, my time is running out. If I'm going to have any chance, any chance at all to fight back, this is it. Sitting across the table from me, looking as gorgeous as ever. The biggest douche I know.
    This will be so fun .
    I finish telling Lee about everything but his baby in my belly. That is the one thing I don't want to discuss with him. So I tell him about Ricky. The start-up money he gave me and the interest he means to cash in, the dating, the breakup. The way he showed up at my place. The messages and the spying that followed.
    Lee listens. For some reason it's more painful than him walking away from me again. I remember him doing that too, back in the day. Like an unguarded, sincere fragment of genuine interest. He frowns a couple of times, but I can't blame him for judging. I feel stupid enough myself.
    The thing is, it brings back memories. Walks we took, movies he took me to see. Lee had his tough-guy image to uphold, but it always seemed to me it slipped when he was around me. He'd take my hand without even noticing, caress my skin when he only groped me with others around. And he actually laughed when there was just the two of us. No arrogant chortling, but honest-to-God laughter.
    I flattered myself thinking Lee truly liked me, but the prom fiasco proved me

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