A Fight For Love

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Blurb:

A military, BWWM, MMA romance story. Part 6 in the My White Ex Soldier series. Taylor is a former soldier, and the only man Desiree has ever loved. Taylor loves her too.

But while civilian life and the perfect partner has its perks, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the rushes that came from army life. So when a dangerous opportunity arises, he takes it with little hesitation.

But could such a risk also ruin everything he’s built with Desiree? Read more in this bad boy romance novel by J A Fielding.

Chapter 1

A month had gone by since Desiree’s incident with her work work colleague Miranda Littlejohn. Miranda had shamelessly threatened to make a play for Desiree’s man, and Desiree had shown her what for.

Initially, no one ever dared to bring the whole incident up lest they get a smacking; at least that was what they thought. But, after a while, the episode became the very story that people enjoyed at dinner parties.

It was on a Saturday morning when Desiree arose. When she got to the living room, Rochelle and Cynthia were already there, having breakfast.

“Why are you still in your PJ’s?” Cynthia asked as Desiree walked languidly towards them.

“Yeah, this is a first,” Rochelle added, smiling.

“Well, today is one of those days I look forward to while at work,” Desiree said as she sat down. “A nice long weekend away from toil and stress,” she elaborated.

“What do you mean ‘a long weekend’? You are always working weekends,” Rochelle said.

“Yes, but this time it’s different. I don’t have to work until Tuesday afternoon. Guess I am living the high life,” Desiree said mockingly. “I worked through two of my days off, then I decided to finally take the long deserved time I was due,” she added. Rochelle raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew that ever since Desiree got a promotion, she had turned into a workaholic.

“You were forced to take the time off weren’t you?” Rochelle asked. Desiree smiled and then nodded in affirmation.

“Figures,” Cynthia grinned as she opened her laptop.

“What do you mean figures? Am I that predictable?” Desiree asked.

“Two things. One, yes, you are that predictable, Desiree Young. And two, if this was something you had planned, I am almost certain that you would have spent the night at Taylor’s,” Cynthia said without looking up. Desiree frowned.

“Really? Come on, I would like to think that there is something I could do without you people using your psychic powers to second-guess me,” she said sarcastically. Cynthia looked up from her laptop and shrugged.

“You know what I would not have predicted? You offering to do my café books for me,” she said hopefully. Desiree rolled her eyes.

“I may be predictable, Cynthia but I am no fool either,” she said with the exaggerated pomposity she knew would irk her sister. Rochelle took a sip of her coffee and shrugged.

“Shame, we would have definitely not seen that coming,” she said.

“Yeah, whatever. What’s for breakfast?” Desiree asked as she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Rochelle made some banana pancakes,” Cynthia said. Desiree looked at her sister and smiled.

“You have really become quite the surprise, Roch. I remember there was a time you couldn’t even boil an egg,” Desiree said.

“Hey, I take offense,” Rochelle said as her sister served two golden hued pancakes on a plate. She poured some syrup over them and then returned to the living room. Rochelle smiled at her and then took the remote from the table.

“You know I mean well sis,” Desiree said as she sat down. She frowned as she realized she had not brought a knife and fork with her. “Rochelle, pass me your knife and fork. I don’t want to go all the way back to the kitchen,” she said. Rochelle held her plate to her sister one-handed as she continued flipping the channels randomly. “So, what about you, Roch? What do you have planned for the day?” she asked in between bites.

“Well, not much. Now that I am officially done with college, I have an entire week to do absolutely nothing,” Rochelle said smiling.

“Technically, you are not officially done with it.” Cynthia added pedantically. “You still have to get an internship. You do know it accounts for forty per cent of your grade, right?” she added, looking at Rochelle with a mock-stern expression.

“I do. But I am not doing anything this week. It’s my time to unwind,” Rochelle said smiling. “And I have already sent out my applications. All I have to do now is wait,” she added confidently. Desiree smiled at her proudly as she took another bite. She could hardly believe that there was a time when she worried day and night about her sister.. She was now surer than ever that she was a better parent than most. Rochelle had turned into this beautiful and intelligent young lady that proved to Desiree that she had done a good job. She knew that if her mother saw her at that moment; saw them, that she would have been proud.

“And how come you aren’t at Taylor’s anyway?” Cynthia asked.

“Like you said, I was forced to take the timed off. I had not made any vacation plans and he has a few jobs to do today. So I guess I will be seeing him later,” Desiree said.

“I don’t understand why he has to work. I mean he did win fifty grand,” Cynthia said. Rochelle turned and looked at the two.

“You know, I always thought it was just me, but you know what Dee? I also wonder the same thing. I mean, that was fifty grand he never had to toil for. Shouldn’t he just invest in stocks and just sit back and live the dream?” she said. Desiree laughed.

“You guys realized that he won fifty grand, not fifty million, right?” she said.

“Yes, and invested in the right way, that fifty could be the jackpot,” Cynthia said.

“True that. I mean, if I was you, I would never work again. You also have twenty five grand under your belt,” Rochelle said.

“Oh honey, you are so not done with education, because if you were, you would have known that it is hardly enough,” Desiree said. “The money is a future investment. I would not want to worry about my child’s education at every waking moment, you know,” she added. Rochelle smiled.

“Aww, is someone beginning to hear the pitter- patter of little feet?” she asked.

“Or do we already have a bun in the oven?” Cynthia asked. Desiree smiled and shook her head.

“Nothing of the sort. I just want to make sure that I have a secure future. That’s all,” Desiree said calmly.

“Well, there is that, and there is also the small fact that you would not have to work,” Rochelle said.

“Oh come on, are we back at that again?” Desiree asked.

“Please, the topic was never really over,” Cynthia said. “At least not as far as Rochelle is concerned,” she added, grinning. Desiree took one last bite and then put her plate on the coffee table.

“Okay, I don’t know how I can put this in a way that you would understand. But I love working Roch, I love knowing that I work hard to put food on the table and to keep the roof over our heads. There is just something truly satisfying about knowing that you have worked for everything you own,” Desiree said. She looked at Cynthia, who nodded somberly in acknowledgment.

“She is right. The café does not make a fortune but every day I look at my satisfied customers I know that the late nights are definitely worth it,” Cynthia said. “Well, you two puppies may not have anything to do today but I have a café to run, and I think I am late,” she added as she shut down her laptop and hastily tucked it in its satchel.

“Later,” Rochelle called after her retreating back.