Wanting the Fight (Gloves Off - Next Generation Book 3), page 1
WANTING THE FIGHT
GLOVES OFF - NEXT GENERATION
BOOK 3
L.P. DOVER
CONTENTS
Gloves Off Series
Gloves Off - Next Generation Series
Gloves Off Family Tree
1. Peyton
2. Peyton
3. Ethan
4. Peyton
5. Ethan
6. Peyton
7. Ethan
8. Peyton
9. Peyton
10. Ethan
11. Peyton
12. Ethan
13. Peyton
14. Peyton
15. Ethan
16. Peyton
17. Ethan
18. Peyton
19. Ethan
20. Peyton
21. Ethan
22. Peyton
23. Peyton
24. Ethan
25. Peyton
26. Peyton
27. Peyton
28. Ethan
29. Peyton
30. Ethan
31. Peyton
32. Peyton
33. Peyton
34. Ethan
35. Peyton
36. Peyton
About the Author
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Wanting the Fight (Gloves Off – Next Generation)
Copyright 2022 L.P. Dover
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GLOVES OFF SERIES
A Fighter’s Desire - Part One
A Fighter’s Desire - Part Two
Tyler’s Undoing
Ryley’s Revenge
Winter Kiss: Ryley and Ash
Paxton’s Promise
Camden’s Redemption
Kyle’s Return
GLOVES OFF - NEXT GENERATION SERIES
Craving the Fight
Taking the Fight
Wanting the Fight
Desiring the Fight
Longing for the Fight
Loving the Fight
Needing the Fight
Ending the Fight
GLOVES OFF FAMILY TREE
CHAPTER 1
PEYTON
My phone vibrating on the nightstand woke me with a gasp. My head jerked up, and I groaned as I tried to open my eyes; it felt as if my lids were sandpaper scraping against them.
I was dizzy and nauseous, almost like the feeling of being on an upside-down roller coaster. The room was dark, but I could see bits of sunshine peeking through the hotel curtains. Reaching for my phone, I hissed when the edge of the nightstand scraped against my arm. Ultimately, I knocked my cell onto the floor, only to hear it continue to vibrate.
My mouth was dry, and I had a horrible hangover, thanks to all the lemon shots at the Labyrinth. I needed to remind myself never to do that again. However, it was fun at the time. The vodka had gone down nice and smooth.
The only thing giving me a small reprieve was warm silky sheets against my bare skin, but even that couldn’t distract me from how miserable I felt. I might’ve been drunk last night, but at least I remembered the ceremony.
I never thought a last-minute Vegas chapel wedding would’ve been romantic, but it was. Especially the part where my brother said his vows to my best friend, Reagan. All our friends were in attendance, which made the evening even better. Our parents, unfortunately, might have some choice words to say when they find out.
The phone call I just ignored was likely from either my agent or my mother. I had no doubt the story had already leaked onto the internet. That was the price for being in the public eye. And it wasn’t just me that had to worry about the paparazzi. All my friends were well-known in the entertainment world, and just this week, six of them won their UFC matches here in Vegas.
Getting a bunch of MMA fighters together, mixed with alcohol, was a surefire way of drawing attention. However, even without them, I couldn’t go anywhere without the paparazzi skulking somewhere around the corner. That was my life. There wasn’t such a thing as having an off day; I had to be on twenty-four-seven. It was exhausting. There were days I just wanted to be me, not the Hollywood starlet I’d been labeled as.
Burying my face in the pillow, I squeezed my eyes shut and froze. There was a familiar scent on the sheets, a particular cologne that I recognized all too well. Visions of the events last night replayed in my mind. First, there was the party at the Labyrinth, the wedding, and then . . .
Holding my breath, I slowly turned my head, my eyes landing on the man next to me. His dark hair was in disarray, and he was on his back with an arm behind his head. When my focus landed on his lips, I bit my own, remembering what it felt like to have him kiss me and stare down at me with his ocean blue eyes. Holy shit. What the hell have I done? Hopefully, I could sneak out and get back to my room unnoticed.
Not only was Ethan Jameson four years older than me, but he was Emma’s twin brother. So much could go wrong if word about what we did last night got out. It was reckless and stupid of me to fall for his charms, but I’d wanted to give in for some time now. The alcohol just helped give me an excuse.
I’d always wondered what it’d be like to be with him, to feel his protective fighter arms around me. Ethan wasn’t the polished Hollywood actor type I spent my days and nights with on film sets. Oh no, he was far from it. Ethan Jameson was an MMA fighter, skilled and dangerous in the ring, and loved by everyone—primarily women. If the paparazzi were to see us together, it’d ruin everything. Out of all the celebrities I’ve worked with, none of them have had long-lasting relationships. They’ve always been torn apart by the tabloids. I didn’t want that to happen with Ethan.
We had our fun-filled one-night stand, but that was it. It had to be. The night had quelled my need for him. Who was I kidding? Even as I thought that my insides ached to feel him inside of me again. My body yearned for him more now than before.
Slowly, I slid out of bed, wanting desperately not to wake Ethan up. If I could avoid the awkward morning-after spiel, that’d be good. My dress and heels were on the floor, so I scooped them up with my phone and purse. The only thing missing was my damn underwear.
I scanned the floor, but couldn’t find them. Great.
Fumbling with my phone, I looked down to see I had several missed calls from my agent, Marisa. I just hoped the paparazzi didn’t get photos of Ethan and me together. I might’ve been a little drunk walking along the Sin City strip with my friends, but I was careful. I’d spent most of my life knowing to expect the unexpected. There was always going to be someone around the corner trying to catch me in some kind of scandal.
As soon as I slipped into my dress, I tiptoed to the door, cringing every time my ankle creaked. It'd never been the same since I sprained it as a kid. There might as well have been a horn blaring with how loud it was.
I didn’t want to look back at Ethan, so I focused on the door. I was almost there, just a few more steps. Reaching for the handle, I held my breath and latched on, praying that the light from the hallway wouldn’t beam in and wake Ethan up. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear and feel it pulsing in my throat as the lock slid free.
I opened the door just a tad.
Almost home free.
I could do this.
“Sneaking out on me, Peyton?” Ethan murmured, his voice right by my ear.
Grabbing my chest, I let out an audible gasp and jerked around, my pulse making my head pound even harder. I slammed my back into the door, and it shut with a loud thud that I knew echoed down the hallway. My heart thundered so hard in my chest I thought it would break my sternum.
“Dammit, Ethan, you scared the shit out of me,” I huffed, sliding my hands down to my stomach. He caged me in and smirked. It took all I had not to look down at his gloriously naked body.
“I’m waiting for the answer to my question. Are you sneaking out on me?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. I’m going back to my room. Our fun is over.”
His gaze moved down to my lips. “Says who? I seem to remember us having a lot of fun last night.”
I stood my ground, determined not to let him persuade me back into bed. I had to get out of his room undetected, but with how loud the door slammed, I had no doubt it’d caught the attention of the occupants in the nearby rooms. “And we did, but as I said, it’s over,” I reiterated. “It was a one-night thing. Drunk or not, I remember us making that decision.”
Ethan chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“And besides,” I added, “Braden will kill you if he finds out we slept together.”
Ethan snorted. “That fucker married my sister last night. He’s not going to say shit.”
“Still,” I said, wishing I could move away from him. Hell, who was I kidding? I wanted to jump back into bed with him. “I have to go.”
Ethan leaned in as if he was going to kiss me but stopped and stepped back. Relief washed through me, but also disappointment. In my mind, I could see it all play out like in the movies, but in
“Okay,” Ethan said, lifting his hands in the air, “As you said, it’s over.”
My heart quickened again. “Thank you.”
The dismay grew in my chest, and I made sure not to let it show on my face. What did I want from him? For him to demand I stay and be his? That was ridiculous. It was supposed to be easy to leave him, and that was exactly where I needed my mind to be.
I fumbled for the door handle and opened the door wide. “I’m leaving for California today. Be safe on your trip back, whenever that is.”
He didn’t shy away from the door even though he was stark naked. “You be safe too. Maybe I’ll see you when I get home.”
I stepped out into the hallway. “Doubtful. But you take care now.”
Turning away from him, I strolled down the hall to the elevator. I needed all the distance from him I could get.
CHAPTER 2
PEYTON
When I got to my room, I took a shower, put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, and packed up my suitcase. I had my ballcap and sunglasses ready beside my purse. It was the only disguise I had to help me get through the airport without being noticed. Vegas was fun, with many memories I probably needed to forget, but I was ready to return to California and relax.
My phone vibrated on the bed, and Marisa’s name flashed across the screen. It just occurred to me that I’d forgotten to call her back. That was one of the reasons why I couldn’t be with Ethan; I could never think straight with him around.
“Hey,” I answered. “I’m sorry I didn’t call back. It was a crazy night.”
Marisa laughed. “Yeah, I see that. You’re all over the internet. Please tell me you didn’t get married.”
“No,” I burst out. “It was my brother and Reagan.”
She blew out a sigh. “Thank God. It was hard to tell, judging by the pictures. There were so many of you waltzing into that wedding chapel. But just a heads up, there are some stories speculating that it was you. So, I suggest not doing anything scandalous in the next few weeks. The paparazzi will be all over you like flies on shit.”
“Great,” I grumbled, “Just what I need.”
The only thing saving me was that it wasn’t the first time I’d been seen with the group I was in last night. So, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. The world knows about my fighter family, especially since my mother and father were MMA legends. Now my brother and best friend were too. Hell, all my friends were. I knew how to fight. I might be a little rusty, but my mom made sure to start training me from the time I could walk. In the end, fighting for titles wasn’t my passion. Did it bring me joy to know I could kick someone’s ass if I needed to? Of course.
With a heavy sigh, I sat down on the bed. “There weren’t any photos of me and anyone particular was there?”
“No,” she answered and then paused, “wait, is there something I should know?”
“Definitely not,” I replied quickly. “Everyone I was with are my childhood friends. You know this already. I just don’t want to drag them into the tabloids for something I do.”
“No worries. I’ll let the world know it wasn’t you getting hitched in that chapel. You’ll break a lot of hearts when you finally do walk down the aisle, though.”
I laughed. “I’ve got a long time before that happens.”
Marisa giggled. “Let’s hope so. Your career is at an all-time high right now. Your new movie will hit theaters in four months, and you’re already getting interest for several other projects. Not to mention, you have awards shows and other red-carpet events lined up.”
My schedule was always packed. I was surprised I even had time to breathe. But luckily, I had a couple of months off. “It’s good I have some time to rest before all of that.”
“Yep, so enjoy it, babe. I bet you’re excited about spending Christmas at home for the first time in years, right?”
Was I? After last night, I wasn’t so sure about that. Now that my brother and Reagan were married, I’d have no choice but to be around Ethan. That was dangerous territory.
“I’m ecstatic,” I said with forced delight.
Marisa chuckled. “All right, I’ll let you go so I can handle the reporters asking for your husband’s name. I’ll call you if anything comes up. Until then, enjoy your vacation.”
We said our goodbyes and I stared at my phone, tempted to search myself on the internet to see what popped up about last night. I’d learned the hard way just to ignore everything. Sometimes it was easier said than done. Reading some of the things people posted about me online was infuriating, but that was how the world worked. People got off on drama.
Groaning, I flopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes. I missed California and the simple two-bedroom apartment I used to share with Reagan before she moved in with Braden. Those times almost seemed like a dream. I’d give anything to turn back the clock. However, I wouldn't see it through if I really had the magic to do that. Reagan and my brother were happily married and in love; I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. Their home was beautiful, and it made me contemplate purchasing my own place, somewhere hidden away like theirs.
Staying at my apartment was going to be a nightmare. There was no privacy with so many neighbors. I’d dealt with the lack of privacy for years, but now that my career had skyrocketed, I would need more space. Also, it wasn’t comforting to know that anyone could just show up at my place.
A knock rapped on the door and I jumped up, my stomach coiling in knots. Or was it butterflies? Hell, I don’t know. Ethan has always made me feel crazy. Knowing my luck, it would be him at the door. I hurried over and peeked out the peephole, letting out a huge breath when I saw it was just Reagan. My body relaxed and I opened the door. There was a glow about her, and a part of me envied her.
“Hey, Mrs. Newlywed. How does it feel to be an Emerson now?”
She walked in, looking sophisticated in a gray sweater dress with knee-high black boots. It was different for her, and I liked it. Even her caramel-blonde hair was curled in loose waves down her back. As an MMA fighter, her wardrobe usually consisted of workout clothes. This new look suited her.
“It feels amazing,” she said in a singsong voice.
I waved a hand up and down her body. “Why are you all dressed up?”
Reagan beamed. “Braden and I want to take a honeymoon. We decided it last night after our second round of—”
“Whoa, stop there,” I said, holding up a hand. “I don’t need to hear about that, especially when it involves my brother. I’d be all up for hearing the juicy details if it were some other guy.”
Reagan laughed. “Okay, I won’t disgust you with talks of how amazing the sex was last night.”
Slamming my hands over my ears, I chimed the word, “La-la-la-la-la,” over and over. Finally, I winked and smacked her arm when I figured I got my point across. “I’m just kidding. You know you can talk to me about anything.”
Reagan draped her arm over my shoulders. “I know. That’s why I love you. And now you’re officially my sister.”
I side-hugged her and let her go. “Yes, we are. Our mothers got what they wanted; our families are finally connected.”
Their goal before we were all born was to have a son and daughter get married. They got their wish. They’d be thrown for a loop if they knew their other son and daughter just had casual sex for the fun of it.
