Dave / Axel's P.O.V.
The UFC judges come 5 minutes before they should, some of them sitting down, some of them standing and leaning on the wall, but all of them have their arms crossed and look like they take no bullshit.
"Arnold, you better not have brought us all here for nothing, you know we never have time for anything, anyway." one of them says, honestly looking kinda bored and my anxiety levels go up even more than they were before.
"Davis, just shut up and trust me on this, okay?" coach says, exhales a short breath and looks at me, smiling.
"Holy fucking shit, Axel, I knew it, I fucking knew it!" coach yells, hugging me while somehow jumping around.I stand there, immobile, not really sure what just happened, and it seems that's the case for all the people in the room, except for the coach. He's still jumping around like a kid.Michael slowly looks up at me, then stands to his feet, breathing hard and in pain. "Goddamn it, kid. I'm not sure how you pulled that-""Stop fucking calling me kid." I immediately say, taking a step towards him.Somehow, the move seems to wake up
Sophie's P.O.V.It's funny how life works. Everything around you and inside you always does its best to make sure you never have it all.There's always something missing, a piece of the puzzle, an answer.A person.I sigh to myself, putting my hands over my stomach like I've done at least a hundred times today. The paleness of my hands contrasts well with the dark blue shirt I'm wearing and the black pants.The people rush back and forth aroun
Sophie's POV"What? What's going on?" I ask, alarmed by the sound of her voice; she seems shocked, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.Usually, it's not."Just come to my house as soon as possible." she demands and then hangs up.What is going on?I let out a shaky breath and see mum coming towards the car, carrying a bag so I hurry and try to take it from her, to help her, but she doesn't let me.
Axel's P.O.V.Is this real life?I think for probably the hundredth time this week as I look out the window to see about 10 paparazzi eagerly waiting for me to show up.This is what happens when you need to write an article but have no pictures because, who'd guess, Dave Axel Williams has no existing pictures.Big fucking shock there.The last few days flew by in a kind of a daze; my mind and myself are not really adjusted to all of this shit yet and have a hard time figuring out th
Sophie's P.O.V.Fear.You never really know what it's like to fear, to be afraid to death, even if you might think you know you do.There's always a kind of sense, a rational thought that calms you down even just for a little bit, because somehow you know everything will be okay; when you're walking home at night in the dark and see something moving in the shadows, you know it's just your imagination probably.It could be when you're walking on a bridge and standing near the edge, fear filling you because if you fall over, you're going
An unfamiliar man is standing under the doorframe, frowining in anger. "That scream scared the shit out of me! Thought you killed her already! Remember, the fucker has to get here before you can kill her!" he shouts and I try to curl in a ball but I can't because of the chains."And at least cover her up or something, she did nothing wrong and doesn't deserve to be like this. We agreed that taking off her clothes was for the picture only."I want to scream "thank you" and run to him and hug him, but his next words stop me."Though maybe It'd be better if the fucker sees her like this. Maybe even better if she'd be under you." h
Axel stops at the first hotel he sees, still quite away from civilization."Aren't we going home?" I ask him and he shakes his head."No. I terribly need a few days alone with you, and away from what my life has become." he sighs and runs his hand through his hair."So it's true? The whole boxing thing?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah, but we'll talk about that later. Let's just check in now, okay?"He looks at me and lifts his brows in question at my uncomfortable expression. "What?"
Axel's P.O.V.My girl sighs and looks at anywhere but me.This can't be good."Because of what, Sophie?" I repeat, slightly more forcefully but then, just to my fucking luck, the elevator stops and a business man along with a couple and their two children enter the elevator.Sophie digs her nails in my arm, begging me to let her stand on her own, but I ignore it. No way am I risking her fainting or anything like that, she'll ju
The next day"Hey baby." Axel's raspy voice greets me as I open my eyes, beyond tired.Something seems different, but I can't exactly put my finger to it."Axel?" I ask, but I'm answered by a baby's cry. "Shit." Axel silently curses and I'm completely awake all of a sudden.
"This is not how I imagined spending the last day of the year." Amber groans, holding me up by my arm, Liam on the other. I can walk, but they insisted that precausion was necessary."Sorry, guys, I just- I couldn't spend another day locked inside the house without... Well you know." I muster up a shitty apology for the shitty situation I'm in.Axel's been gone a week today and I can't stand to even think about it.
Axel's P.O.V."I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, I've forgotten what it's like to ask forgiveness from people who aren't Sophie." She always caves in quite soon, thankfully."Yeah, well, I'm not fucking Sophie and that's a pitiful fucking apology, you need to do better." coach replies, shutting the door of his bedroom in my face.
Axel's P.O.V.I slam the door behind me, kicking the snow underneath my boots as I make my way to the car. I'm still hungover and my alcohol level is probably way fucking higher than it should be, which is why Catherine brought me home. She was the only one sober in the apartment and wouldn't let me drive on my own.Well, she's not here no stop me now so she can suck dick.
"You were with a woman?" I ask, careful to not let my voice break. Deep down, however, I know he wouldn't cheat on me.Would he?No, Axel wouldn't.He rolls his eyes, like the child he is. "No, I wasn't. I thought you trust - why are we even talking about this? What is he doing in our f
I push him away in shock. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I'm beyond angry at this point and I wish I pushed him harder and he'd hit the ground. The baby inside me kicks, like he's excited."What does it look like? I'm trying to show you that he isn't the only one who can make you feel good." he responds calmly and I wonder for a second if he has an actual death wish or he's just plain dumb.I don't remember him being like this.
"You can't marry Axel, Sophie." he blurts out instead of greeting me back.I frown. What on Earth is he talking about? "What do you mean?""Don't marry Axel. Just... Don't. It's a bad idea." he says again and I'm as confused as ever. "Can I come in?" he adds after a while when I stay speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just open the door a little further, signaling him to enter.
Every drink makes my smile, my courage and my guilty conscience bigger, however I keep on drinking because as long as I'm drunk, I'm not realizing the fact that I have a kid and will soon have another. It also makes me forget that I have a serious fucking job because of a person that I threw away like garbage.I ignored all the shit that was building up and now it's overflowing.I quickly drown another glass of Whiskey to drown the guilt of calling my children shi
"This is exactly why I love you. You seem so fucking innocent and good yet here you are, in our bathroom, taking my pants off to shove my dick in your mouth." I whisper to her while we kiss, making her moan in response."I's the hormones... There are so many in my body right now, I can barely control myself." she admits, finally winning the battle with the zipper and eagerly pulling my pants and underwear down, squeezing my dick in her petite white hand.I harshly