The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) Read online

  The Pretty

  An Alpha MMA Paranormal Romance

  Darlene Jacobs

  Contents

  Copyright

  Foreword

  ALPHA MMA PARANORMAL SERIES

  STEPBROTHER ROMANCE SERIES

  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

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  About the Author

  Copyright © 2015 by Darlene Jacobs

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  Foreword

  There is no man he can't beat, and no woman he can't bed.

  Meet Bad Boy Roman; also known as, THE PRETTY.

  A light-heavyweight MMA fighter known for his crippling blows in the ring, Roman got his nickname, The Pretty, for dominating the ring without a scratch to his face.

  Roman has a following of men who want to bask in his presence, and women who only want a piece of The Pretty...

  ...the highly endowed piece.

  What Roman wants, Roman gets.

  That is until secretive, curvy-sensation, Tuesday came along. An Ivy Leaguer who has taken over the gym management after her uncle's passing. Her tastes are platinum, standards high, her secrets, many.

  The Pretty assumes Tuesday will be just another easy lay. He thought wrong. This one is a 'tough to impress' bitch, and that makes him want her even more.

  Finally, a crack in her stone-cold veneer gives Roman hope.

  But what happens next defies the laws of the universe and the of love and lust.

  This is Book 1 of a 3 Part Series. Mature Audience.

  Book 1: The Pretty

  Book 2: The Broken

  Book 3: The Rising

  ALPHA MMA PARANORMAL SERIES

  This is book 1 of a 3 book series.

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  STEPBROTHER ROMANCE SERIES

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  Preface

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  Chapter One

  Sometimes you fight your entire life seeking that perfect love. But once you get it, it’s taken away as quietly as it came.

  The fighters step out of their corners for this third and final UFC light heavyweight championship title round.

  The Pretty is looking every bit the champion he is. At two hundred and four pounds, his solid physique is imposing to anyone who crosses his path; if they admit it.

  The Pretty is also tattoo-free as he refuses to cover any inch of his well-chiseled physique with anything other than a woman.

  The bout is one of ten on the card tonight. The Pretty is up by four points at fifty-six. He has scored perfect tens from all three judges in the past two rounds.

  However, the Referee deducts points in the prior two rounds for what he calls holding and fish hooking. Total bullshit in the opinions of the crowd of thousands who shout profanities at the Referee to rattle him.

  The Pretty’s opponent, Lucky Lewis, catches a few “lucky breaks.” Bookies give him 100 to 1 odds that he would make it to the third and final round against, The Pretty.

  Lucky barely ranks as the number five player and fell into this championship bout with some assistance from an unscrupulous source. This corrupt source also has deep pockets and influence inside and outside the ring.

  The original fighter, The Dragon, was the one to beat. However, with his recent injuries, doctors have ordered him not to compete in this title bout. The injuries left Lucky Lewis to slide into his spot.

  But the odds-makers may lose big time as they lack insider information that will cost them. Lucky misses three swings as The Pretty’s lightning quick agility saves him from impact.

  However, Lucky pretends to slip as The Pretty takes advantage of the fall and lands on top of him with a body slam. The Pretty wraps his body around Lucky as he uses a Roman Gecko signature move of his and slides Lucky over to the fence once again. However, Lucky twists out and conceals a rabbit punch to the base of The Pretty’s skull.

  The Referee apparently doesn’t see the banned technique that should have disqualified Lucky, so he allows the fight to continue.

  A blow like this can typically knock a player out, and possibly send them to an early grave. But The Pretty manages to rise to his feet.

  Tuesday is use to brutal fights between men in cages and knows The Pretty can handle himself, but this is different. She recognizes the illegal blow and jumps from her seat and charges towards the ringside Doctor. Unfortunately, she is stopped by Security.

  “Sorry, Ma’am,” A Security Officer bellows, “Please take your seat.”

  “Didn’t you see that?” Tuesday responds in a hyper state of agitation.

  The Security Officer shakes his head and blocks her from going any farther.

  From The Pretty’s corner, Al sees the illegal blow and gestures to The Pretty as to what to do. However, Roman waves him off as per The Pretty’s demands.

  The Pretty refuses to allow a single punch to take him down, even if it’s an illegal one.

  Officials, the Cornerman, everyone running the bout say The Pretty just looks tired but Tuesday knows otherwise. They all miss crucial moments where they should intervene to help, The Pretty.

  The second sign of trouble comes towards the middle of this final round. The Pretty slightly staggers after he lands a Muay Thai short-range strike.

  Tuesday recognizes his stagger as a gait disturbance, evidence of his changing condition. Why haven’t the referee or officials, or the coaches stopped the bout, Tuesday wonders?

  The Pretty takes a jab and a leg kick from Lucky. The Referee reprimands Lucky for an illegal groin kick. Lucky’s back faces The Pretty as he stumbles. He doesn’t have his feet under him at this point.

  Anyone who has been around UFC and seen a handful of games knows this is not exhaustion but a lack of coordination. Unfortunately, this is the first indication of a deteriorating fighter.

  As the fight progresses, The Pretty’s feet cross, which puts him in a vulnerable position.

  The ringside Doctor glances up at The Pretty and Lucky and ignores all the warning signals before he returns to texting. He takes his eyes completely off the fighters at a time when he should monitor them closely.

  The Pretty is on the ropes as Lucky lands an uppercut. The Referee steps in and asks The Pretty if he wants to continue.

  “Hell yeah,” The Pretty manages as he staggers back to his feet and into the center of the ring to confront Lucky.

  From the sidelines, Tuesday shouts to t
he Referee, “Do a standing eight count.” However, her words are ignored. Or perhaps they are drowned out by the crowd.

  Tuesday pushes her way towards the three judges before Security notices. Tuesday grabs the shoulder a Judge and asks, “Why in the hell is the Referee even in the ring if he’s not going to protect the safety of the fighters? You saw that illegal blow, why are you letting this continue?”

  The Judge gestures for Security to take her away.

  The bell sounds as both fighters return to their corners. The Pretty grabs hold of the cage to steady himself but is unsuccessful. He loses his balance as Al catches him.

  The ringside Doctor again, glances into both corners, then returns to texting on his cell phone.

  Al holds up The Pretty by his neck and shoulders as the Timekeeper taps the Doctor on his shoulder to get his attention.

  Somethings not right. Roman catches a glimpse of Tuesday before he collapses.

  Chapter Two

  What a first-rate fuck. That’s all that’s goes through The Pretty’s mind as he bangs one of his groupies in the alley outside the gym.

  “Roman, that’s your real name, right?” the ginger with big tits asks as The Pretty ejaculates inside her.

  Roman; a name that befits a modern-day gladiator, with a head chiseled in granite, chest and arms of steel, cock made of iron and thighs as strong as titanium.

  Roman shoves his prick back inside his pants and zips up. He searches the ground for her panties. He locates them behind the garbage can; where they landed when he ripped them off of her and tossed them.

  Roman kicks the can aside and snaps up her underwear. “Do you still want these?” he asks.

  The ginger pulls them slowly from between his fingers and stuff them into her coat pocket.

  “How about dinner?” the ginger requests.

  Roman grabs her by the waist, yanks her towards him. He pins her against the wall as he shoves his tongue down her throat. The ginger wraps her legs around his hips as he aggressively pushes his hand inside her blouse and tugs and squeezes her breasts.

  Roman inserts three fingers into her mouth. The ginger sucks them as his fingers twirl around her tongue. Saliva saturates his fingers as he pulls them out one hole; and into another.

  Her cunt pulsates with ripples of pleasure as he spreads her labia and enters her with three fingers. The soft, pink walls of her pussy overflow with her juices and clench around his fingers.

  The ginger moans and gyrates her hips front to back as he reaches for her g-spot.

  Al, The Pretty’s manager and striking instructor, turns the corner into the alley before the ginger reaches climax.

  “Roman, you’re late,” he shouts.

  Al is neither shocked nor surprised at what he witnesses. In fact, it’s not the first time he’s broken up one of Roman’s nasty little trysts in the alley.

  Roman turns his head towards Al to acknowledge him before he taps the soft, g-spot with his index finger. The ginger convulses in ecstasy.

  Roman allows her legs to drop to the ground and leans her back up against the brick wall.

  “Call me?” she shouts as Roman follows Al into the gym.

  * * *

  

  “She’s in there,” Al spouts as he gestures to the office at the top of the stairs. A wall of glass allows management to look down and keep an eye on gym activity. However, today it also serves as an unexpected peep show.

  The power cord to Tuesday’s computer dislodges and falls behind her desk. Tuesday hikes up her skirt to allow her to twist in just the right position to retrieve the cord from behind her desk.

  The Pretty transfixes on her pale blue lace g-string that struggles to contain her thick, yet well-manicured bush. Still looking up, he walks closer to the window to get a quick glimpse of her pussy.

  There it is. Beautiful. Pink. Luscious.

  Roman adjusts his prick with his hand as it stiffens.

  Tuesday grabs the power cord and stands upright. She uses both hands to shimmy her dress back down into place. She glances down and catches Roman in a dead stare.

  However, neither are embarrassed.

  The Pretty imagines what he would do to this woman. He pictures her bent over her executive chair at night, with the g-string pulled to the side to expose her pussy. He pictures biting her ass and licking her divider before he reaches her bloom where he sucks her juices out. He pictures ramming his dick into her warm, soft place as she screams for more.

  He sees himself clutch her breasts while he pumps her from behind.

  The Pretty decides that this woman up in that office will be his within the hour.

  “Don’t get any ideas, Roman,” Al reprimands. She’s your new boss.”

  Al has seen this look in Roman’s eyes before. It’s different than the looks he gives his easy lays; his groupies. No, this look means Roman sees her as a challenge, and a conquest that will be all the more sweeter than the others.

  But as usual, Roman ignores Al’s advice. Roman glances back up at Tuesday until her eyes meet his once again. Neither breaks the stare as The Pretty takes his time walking up the stairs to her office.

  Chapter Three

  Without a knock, The Pretty strolls into Tuesday’s office.

  Tuesday is a sight; especially for a musky gym where men sweat by the bucket load.

  A tall drink of water would describe Tuesday to a point. Roman watches her hand as it glides past her cheek to her slender neck where she adjusts her necklace.

  Roman imagines what it would be like to touch her radiant skin at this very moment. Would it be cool to the touch, or blazing hot?

  Her blouse is conservative, yet it clings to her ample breasts that hang slightly lower from a perky position, from their sheer weight. Her waist is taut and her ass abundant.

  Tuesday’s ass ticks four of the five boxes for Roman as it has shape, circularity, bounce and firmness. As for the fifth? Texture; he could only check this box off after hiking her skirt above her hips, spinning her around and inspecting her ass with his mouth and index finger.

  As for her legs, Roman will swear they reach the stars.

  Yes, Tuesday fits Roman’s perfect calculations of an ideal woman.

  “Next time, knock before you enter this office,” Tuesday barks at Roman.

  Roman responds without his eyes leaving her chest, “That’s not how things work around here.”

  Tuesday takes a seat at her desk and crosses her legs. Though she sits very lady-like, Roman salivates at the thickness of her thighs and the solid shapely calfs accentuated by her five-inch heels.

  Tuesday picks up and slams a book on the desk to get Roman’s attention on business, and off her.

  “My uncle was a good and decent man. However, he was a broke son of a bitch because he allowed people to take advantage of him.”

  Roman pipes in, “Are you saying I took advantage of Oscar?”

  “Have a seat,” Tuesday says with authority. Roman takes a few moments before he obliges. He hops on the couch and swings his legs on top of the table in front of it.

  Tuesday gets out of her chair and walks over to Roman where he pats the vacant spot next to him.

  Tuesday bends over and uses her hand to swipe his feet off of the table. She then returns to her executive chair behind the desk.

  Tuesday continues, “He died with only this business to his name; a business in the red with IOU’s a mile long. I’ll be changing all that. Starting today, every manager, every fighter, every groupie will have to pay their dues on a weekly basis.”

  Roman stands to his feet, “Or what?”

  Tuesday gives her ultimatum, ”Or they can find another gym to give them free handouts. It’s as simple as that.”

  Roman walks around to the back of her desk. He’s in such close proximity to this woman, he can’t help but inhale her intoxicating scent; a scent that could easily be picked up by a breeze and carried several miles away. Her hormone-filled scent overwhelms and takes over his
senses. He locks his knees in place to keep them from buckling.

  Roman steps closer to the back wall and studies the three diplomas Tuesday has already hung up. She has a BA in Economics from Berkley and a double master degrees; one in business from Wharton, and the other in finance, from Yale.

  “One would be impressed if it weren’t for the fact that you ended up here,” Roman jabs.