Lisa's P.O.V.
"You're fighting today?" I asked Liv surprised.
I had come to her house, the one Lucas bought for them after their honeymoon. He wanted to build an inviting home for them. One to raise Abi and her future siblings in. He'd done a great job, they both have. The house felt cozy and warm, making me want to visit often as I got lonely in my apartment.
"Yeah, Davis got me back in the ring. I need to shake off some of this stress from my job. We're having a hard time figure something out and it's driving me insane." She never told me too many details about her job as she wasn't allowed to, and frankly I wouldn't have understood anyway.
"Can I come watch?" I asked her.
I hadn't seen her fight before. The closest I have seen would be the night I met her, when she laid some large guy on his ass for not leaving her alone when she told him multiple times to. I knew that night she would be the one to tame Lucas, and that's exactly what she did.
"You want to?" She smiled excitedly. I guess she was afraid I wouldn't like this side to her, but honestly I admire it the most.
"Of course! I want to see you kick someone's ass." I covered Abi's ears as I said ass, causing her to giggle, thinking we were playing a game.
"Okay. I'll let Davis know to let you in. I'll send you the adress later. I was going to ask you to watch Abi, but I'll ask your mom instead. They're due for some bonding time, anyway."
I frowned, not liking that I'd be missing out on time with Abi girl.
"Okay, but I get to take her out tomorrow afternoon for a little shopping," I said, smiling at Abi. I love buying her clothes.
"Okay, but only 2 outfits," Liv said sternly, pointing her finger at me. "Her closet is about to burst open from your last shopping trip with her."
"Only 2?!" I complained.
"Yes, I mean it Lisa."
"Ugh, no fun," I pouted. "But fine, just 2 outfits."
And a ton of shoes, bows, and bracelets.
"Okay now stop holding back and tell me how your date went last night." She asked me, scooting closer to me on the couch excited to hear my gossip.
"It started off kind of rocky, but ended really well. We have great chemistry, Liv. Talking to him was so easy. We were both enjoying each other's company so much that we stayed talking in his car until one in the morning." I smiled as I thought about it.
"That's great, Lisa. Is that all you did though? Just talk?"
"I mean, there may have been some kissing there at the end." I blushed as I thought about his plush lips against mine.
He kissed like no other with such deep passion. I was surprised that I contained my impulse to jump on his dick last night. I need to learn to take things slow and get to know someone better before I dive in. I know I'm supposed to marry him, but I'll make him work to have me in any other way. This marriage is a sham until we make it real.
"Oh my gosh, look at you blush. You're smitten," she laughed, poking my cheek.
"Shut up, am not."
"What's this beautiful laughter I hear?" Lucas entered the room from his office with a playful smirk.
Dad still has him working for the company as a way to keep tabs on him. Lucas thinks that Dad is coming to terms with his marriage to Liv. Dad is coming to terms with it, alright, but not in the way Lucas thinks. Dad is currently tolerating it as long as I do as he says. I'll do everything he says to keep Lucas safe, to keep this life he's made for himself, safe. He deserves it and so much more.
It's my turn to take Dad's torment.
"Your wife is poking fun at me."
"Oh is she? Then it must be for a good reason," he looked at Liv like she was the only one in the room even though he was talking to me.
We talked for a while longer before Dad called me. I forgot I was supposed to come see him an hour ago.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Hey, Dad. I am so sorry I lost track of time. I'm coming now." I quickly answered, handing Abi to Lucas who looked at me worriedly. I shook my head at him, giving him a hug with the phone still pressed to my ear.
"You better learn that my time is precious, Lisa. You missed our meeting with Mr. Darnell. So I went ahead and agreed to his terms for you," Dad started, telling me in a pretty pissed off tone. I knew this wasn't going to be good by the way he sounded pleased with himself. "You will marry Christopher by the end of the year. The engagement will be announced in a couple of months. You are not allowed to tell anyone that this marriage was arranged. You're to bear a son within a year of being married. If it is not a boy you will continue to have children until you produce one."
My stomach twisted as I approached my car, listening to the sickening terms. I felt like I had just been sold off to some man. I was longer a person but a possession to be taken ownership of.
"You're not allowed to divorce Christopher, for any reason, unless he decides otherwise, and only after you have produced a male heir. Failure to comply with these terms will result in them taking half the company and me making your brother's life l, and your own, absolute hell. You'll be in the streets, begging by the time I'm done. Do you understand me?"
I nodded my head like an idiot, forgetting we're on the phone.
"Yes, I understand," my voice betrayed me as I answered, sounding weak and insecure.
"Good. I want to see you spending time with Christopher as much as possible, so head to his apartment soon."
"Right now? We just saw each other last night."
"Are you asking questions? Just get it done, Lisa."
He hung up before I could say anything else. I sat in my car unsure of what to do exactly. Yes, marrying Chris is the only way to keep Dad from messing with Lucas and his beautiful family, but I don't know that I can really do this. I mean having a kid by next year seems insane to me.
Chris is nice and we have great banter, but I'm not ready to have a kid with him. I am not ready to marry him, really. This whole thing is just insane and all I can do is follow along like a good obedient daughter. If Lucas ever found out, he'd tell me that he could handle himself. He'd march into dad's office and go all out, but he can't do that anymore. He has to think about his family now, not just me.
Since we were kids Lucas would always draw Dad's attention away from me and towards him. He knew that by doing so he'd get the blunt end of Dad's fury, but he did it anyway. Lucas has always been my protector, but this time I'm determined to be his. I'm his older sister, and for once I am going to look after him.
Davis' P.O.V. "Oh, Lisa is coming too, so let Carter know to let her in," Liv said through the phone. "Oh really? Good, she could stand to see a woman kick a man's ass." I smiled at the thought of Liv, little miss Twinkle Toes, beating Sid the Giant tonight. "Thanks. I'll see you tonight. Oh and Davis?" "Yes, Twinkle Toes?" "I love you. Thanks for being the father I never got." She hung up before I could respond. Her words hit my heart hard. I have a daughter, Isabella, or as I call her Izzy. She is a spunky 19-year-old with a rebellious spirit, but a kind heart. I am proud of her and the woman she's become, even if she barely sees me anymore. Liv, on the other hand, is this broken girl I took in 4 years ago now. She showed up at one of my fights and swore she could beat anyone I put in a ring with her. I didn't just take her at her word. She showed me what she was made of, and I allowed her into the fold. As I got to know her, she opened up more about her past. The reason
Lisa's P.O.V. The abandoned warehouse came into view as I drove in, causing me to doubt I was in the right place. It made sense though, since according to Liv this was all very secretive. I got down from the car feeling a little too exposed as I walked up to the large man at the door. I recognized him as one of Liv's friends and immediately felt better. I think his name is Carter. "Hello Lisa, so happy you could join us. Liv and Lucas are here already. You may want to hurry downstairs. Her fight is about to start," he said as he opened the door behind him for me to enter. "Thanks," I barely muttered as I walked past him into the poorly lit warehouse. I was almost tempted to extend my hands out to make sure I hit nothing, but decided I'd look too much like an idiot in a place like this. I followed the sound to some steps that led down. When I reached the top I could see the door being held open by none other than the viking himself. Davis looked hot as hell as he leaned agai
Lisa's P.O.V. I woke up with every muscle in my body screaming at me. Davis wouldn't teach me how to fight until I tone my muscles, having me workout and lift last night. He said we'd be working out every day for at least an hour whenever I'm able. He also told me we'd be having a 7 o'clock run together every morning. It was currently 6 and my body only hated me further for getting only 4 hours of sleep last night. My mind wouldn't stop racing with thoughts of Davis then Chris, and finally Dad. It was a torturous run around. Yesterday afternoon had been great with Chris, but yesterday evening with Davis was so much more. I need to be careful. I can't catch feelings for Davis. I got dressed in a sports bra, mid calf leggings, and my running shoes. I wore a high ponytail, feeling the ends of my hair graze along the back of my neck. The stream of coffee pouring into my cup kept my gaze, causing me to daze off again. I kept thinking about Chris and then Davis again. The vibration of m
Lisa's P.O.V. "Thank you for coming with me today," I said, handing Chris his glass of wine as he sat on my couch. He gave me a sexy smirk as his eyes stared deeply at me. I am not sure how he does it, but his eyes make me feel so exposed. Like he could see through my clothes right to my bare skin. I caged my lower lip between my lips for a moment, feeling a warmth growing in me. Chris was nothing but amazing as I dragged him around, buying things for Abi. He played with her and spoke with her kindly, as if she were his niece and not mine. It was a sweet sight, one that made me like him even more. We dropped Abi off with Lucas, who gave Chris a once over. I am sure he'll be checking in on who he is. I need a good story to tell him when he figures out that Chris comes from money. He'll suspect something is up if I don't come up with a good way for us to meet. I sat beside him on the couch, taking my shoes off and lifting my knees to my chest as I turned to look at him. He took a
Davis' P.O.V. She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom. "I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your workout today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock. She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed upset. Shit, I overstepped. "Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower. "Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked, feigning innocence that she was not buying. "You know exactly what?!" she gritted. She's hot when she's mad. "I may have," I admitted, making her pale cheeks flush pink with color. "You were
Lisa's P.O.V. "Dad, stop! You'll kill him." I pulled at his arm to no avail, having to watch him beat Lucas in front of me. Lucas was bloody and bruised. The bridge of his nose was gushing blood from the deep wound. His eye was swollen shut, and his cheek was double its size. His head dangled as dad held him up by the shirt. "He won't die," Dad argued, hitting him again. I yelled, begging for him to stop. I kept trying to stop him, to make him turn his attention to me, but he refused. He continued to beat Lucas in front of me even when I placed myself between them. His fist went through me as if I were an apparition, hitting Lucas in the face again and leaving me unscathed. "Lisa!" I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. "Lisa, wake up. It's just a dream. You're okay." My eyes began to slowly flutter open, blinking as they adjusted to my surroundings. I wasn't in a room I recognized, remembering that I was in Davis' house, in his guest bedroom. His face came int
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris' name flashing across my screen was a splash of cold water called reality. It pulled me right out of this moment with Davis, reminding me I couldn't have him, even if we wanted each other. Which I very much doubt he does. I stepped to the side, releasing myself from our tension filled moment. He didn't say a word as he let me go, allowing me some privacy to answer the phone. "Hello?" I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and walking further away from Davis. "Hello, beautiful. I'm at your door, but you're not answering," he said, making my blood run cold. I can't exactly say I'm at some other guy's house. "I brought breakfast," he added. "That's so sweet of you, but I'm actually not home," I confessed. I don't know why I felt so scared of what Chris' reaction would be if he knew I'd spent the night in another man's house. "Oh," he said, sounding very disappointed. "Where are you? I'll come to you." "I'm with a friend. We've already had breakfast. I'll h
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris took me on a tour, showing me every room, telling me the plans he'd already made for us, and each room. I didn't like the way he planned things without even thinking of asking for my input, or opinion. He saved his room for last, closing the door behind him as I entered further in. "This is my room, soon to be ours," he said, licking his lips as he stared at me. I could tell what was on his mind, but I was worried he'd leave me wanting the way he did last night. He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His eyes roamed my body before he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. His breath tickled me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. I felt the warmth pooling inside me as my body reacted to his touches. His hands gripped at my side as he kissed my neck lightly. "You're so beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, kissing my jaw next. I let his lips leave a fiery trail along my jaw to my lips. He licked at my lower lip until I parted it