Chapter 25
Roman
“Holy crap. That. Is. Huge.”
I handed the delivery guy a twenty and shut the door.
“You talking about the pizza, the trophies, my dick?”
She wiggled her eyebrows and grabbed the box of pizza from me. “I was talking about the trophies, but I guess it could apply to all of the above.” She laid the pizza on the bed and lifted the lid. “Whoever invented pizza was a genius.” She lifted a piece out of the box and stuffed it into her mouth.
“I wish I could have come home with a clean sweep, but I guess winning two of my three grand champions is pretty good.”
She held the piece of pizza up to my mouth, and I took a bite. “This pizza makes up for not getting the third. Besides, it was nice of you to let Marcus win one of them.”
I swallowed and shook my head. “He only won because I bobbled coming out of my trick pass.”
“You’ll get him next time.”
I grabbed the pizza and put it on the table. “That’s the plan, baby.”
“Can we talk about all the people wanting to take their picture with you? You never mentioned you were a celebrity.”
“Celebrity?” I scoffed. “Far from it.”
“Well, I can tell you right now, people don’t ask to take a picture with me when I’m walking down the street. I lost count of how many phones that were thrust at me with the request for a photo of them with you.”
I shrugged and picked a piece of pizza. “I don’t know. It’s weird, that’s all I know.”
“Weird to be worshiped and adored by a crap ton of people? Okay, Roman. At least I know it hasn’t gone to your head.”
It hadn’t. Sure, when I first started getting good and people started noticing me, it was cool, but that wasn’t why I competed. “As soon as I walk out of that room, I’m just a normal guy.”
Sage laughed and fell back onto the bed. “I remember a story I heard about you getting rip-roaring drunk and declaring you were Roman Fucking Yeck.”
Couldn’t deny that one, because it happened more than once. “So, it might have gone to my head when I was younger.”
“Um, that happened last year,” she laughed.
“Tate and Kellan have big mouths,” I mumbled.
“Can I ask a question?”
I grabbed two slices of pizza and laid down on the bed next to Sage. “Hit me with it.”
She pointed to the trophies over by the window. “How in the heck are we getting those home?” she laughed.
“Gotta call down to the front desk and let them know they need to ship ‘em.”
“They make boxes big enough those?”
I shook my head. “They take them apart. The trick of it is getting them put back together and not having any leftover pieces.”
“Sam will be all over helping if you want him to.” She scooted over and laid her head on my shoulder.
“I’ll just have them shipped to your house.” Wasn’t any sense sending them to my house just to drag it over to Sage’s. “I’ll tell him it’s part of ninja training.”
She laughed and reached for the TV remote. “So this is what life on the circuit is like? Train, compete, win, eat pizza in bed. Pretty sure I could get used to this.”
“Not exactly what it was like before, but I have to say, I like it better this way.”
“Excellent answer, Mr. Yeck. Maybe we should order a pay-per-view movie and go really crazy.”
I shifted onto my side and looked down at her. “Did you just suggest renting porn?”
“What?” she squawked. “No, of course not. I just meant renting a movie.”
“Baby, I totally thought you wanted to get super freaky with me, and I wasn’t sure how to react.”
She slugged me in the shoulder. “You’re such an ass.”
“That’s the old Roman still in me.”
“He’s always popping up where I least expect.”
“He likes popping up whenever you’re around.”
She rolled her eyes and finished her pizza. “You wanna go out?”
“What do you mean?”
She sat up and wiped her hands on her pants. “Go out. Walk around. Explore Vegas before we leave in the morning. Show me a good time.”
“You sure your feet are up to that?” She had mentioned before the night show she was ready to take a break and just sit.
“Totally. Watching you kick ass and not having to jump from ring to ring for an hour helped.”
“I thought you wanted to stay in and watch a movie.”
She waved her hand at me and bounced off of the bed. “Nope, not anymore. The pizza revived me. I’m ready to have fun.”
“Well, I guess we’re in the right city for that.”
She flipped open our suitcase and started rummaging through it. “I think I packed a dress that still fits, although I swear, my stomach doubled overnight,” she grumbled.
“A dress, huh?” I asked. Sage in a dress was my weakness. The idea being able to bend her over and have my way with her anywhere was much too appealing.
“Get off that bed, Mr. Yeck, and wipe that gleam out of your eye. It’s a dress, but it might be tight as hell.” She flounced to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
“Why that little tease,” I said to the empty room.
She wanted to have a good time, did she? I knew just the thing.
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