“I love you to the moon and back too, Daddy!” She loved when I told her this, and I tried to say it to her every single day.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her.

She nodded her head enthusiastically as if she hadn’t eaten in days. “Can I have cereal today?”

“Why not?” I said and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. We climbed out of bed, and I followed her into the kitchen. I found a half-full box of Lucky Charms in the pantry.

I usually tried to make her eat healthy, but sometimes I let her have some cereal or frozen waffles. She loved these breakfasts the most.

I grabbed her favorite pink bowl with the straw attached, poured in some cereal and milk, and grabbed a spoon. Margie was already sitting on the couch with the remote in her hands. She flipped through the channels until she found cartoons. I handed her the bowl of Lucky Charms, and she smiled happily as she ate.

It amazed me how quickly she learned to master technology. Some things I still struggled with, but Margie could always show me what I was doing wrong. She was only four, but she was incredibly smart for her age. I knew her mom would have been just as proud of her as I was. It broke my heart that she wasn’t around to see our girl grow up.

“I have to run some errands today, so you’ll spend the day with Grandma, okay?” My mom was great; she was willing to watch Margie anytime I needed her to. Sometimes my neighbor, Tiffany, watched her for me, but I didn’t want to put that responsibility on her too often.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said. I could tell she was excited. She loved to spend time with her grandma.

I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and brought it to her. Despite letting her eat sugary cereal, I still wanted her to have some nutrients with her breakfast. I made myself a chocolate protein shake and downed it quickly. I needed to replace everything I burned the night before.

“Did you hurt the other guy, Daddy?” she asked me this question after every fight. She was very concerned with everyone’s wellbeing, and I loved that about her. She was caring and constantly worried about others. I hoped she would hold onto that trait throughout her life.

“No. He wasn’t hurt.” It was a lie. It had taken the guy a little bit to get up, and when we shook hands, he seemed to be in a lot of pain. That wasn’t something I was going to tell my four-year-old daughter, though. I didn’t want her to ever be afraid of me. She didn’t really understand how my career worked, and it would be a while before she did.

We talked about her cartoons as she finished her breakfast. She was a talkative little girl. Unless she didn’t trust you. She was hesitant around strangers, and her intuition was almost always right. I loved that about her, because it meant she would never trust the wrong people.

My mom showed up an hour after breakfast.

“Thanks for watching her again. I should only be a few hours,” I said as I gave my mom a hug.

“I don’t mind at all. You know that. I love spending time with my little girl,” she said before pulling Margie in for a big hug.

I loved watching them together. Other than my mom, Margie didn’t have many female role models, which made me sad to think about. I wanted her to grow up with a strong female role model in her life. I knew it helped her to spend time with my mom, but I still felt guilty that she didn’t have a mother.

My mom and Margie left, and I hurried to take a shower. I was sore from the fight the night before, so I turned the shower on as hot as it would go. It usually helped my aching muscles until I could get to my appointment with Anna.

That girl was so good with her hands. She worked her magic on me every time, and it was no wonder I kept seeing her. No one had ever been able to work through my knots like Anna. All the tension faded from my body the second her hands touched my skin.

I instantly got hard every time I thought of her. I hadn’t been with a woman since my wife died, so it didn’t take much to make me hard. I thought about Anna as I stripped down and stepped in

to the shower. She had the perfect body, with all the right curves in all the right places.

Her dark hair and dark eyes were alluring to me. She wasn’t a bottle blonde, and I loved that. In a world where everyone was trying to meet the same definition of beautiful, Anna stood out. She was different, unique.

The more I thought about her, the harder I became, and I started to stroke myself. Just thinking about her being at the fight last night was driving me crazy. She looked amazing in her little white t-shirt and fitted jeans. I wanted to see what was under those clothes.

I pictured myself leading her into the cage and kissing her. Feeling her mouth on mine, our tongues moving. Then I imagined removing her clothes and fucking her. Feeling how wet her pussy got.

Within a few minutes and a few hard strokes, I was coming in the shower. It was amazing. But I found myself wishing I could really be with her. I wanted to show her a good time. I wanted to learn the curves of her body with my hands, not just my eyes.

I stepped out of the shower feeling more relaxed than I had when I woke up that morning. I got dressed and made my way to Markie’s hangout.

I had to meet him today to discuss some betting options. On myself. I needed the extra money, and I knew I was a good fighter. By betting on myself, I would win the fight and earn even more money from the bets. Hopefully it would be enough to knock down all the medical bills. I needed some sort of a break to get financially ahead.

His hangout was right by the gym where I trained, and I didn’t really want people to see me go inside. The fighting community knew about him. They knew where he hung out. I didn’t think anyone would really care, but I still didn’t need or want any rumors flying around about me. When I left my house, I made sure to put on a baggy hoody and pull a hat over my head. It wasn’t much of a disguise, but this way no one would recognize me with a passing glance.

I looked around in case anyone I knew was in the vicinity. When I didn’t recognize anyone, I walked into the bar. It was smoky and dark like always. I spotted Markie sitting in a corner booth. I walked over to him quickly. When I greeted him, he just sort of grunted at me. It was normal for him to act this way. He was an asshole. He had gained a lot of power around town for being the biggest, baddest asshole. People didn’t particularly like him, but they feared him. That was the only reason why he had so many lackeys with him all the time.

“I want to make a bet,” I said. I waited for him to motion for me to sit down. If he didn’t want me there, his bodyguard would kick me out.

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