CHAPTER 581. FIGHT FOR YOU. Emphasis on “every day”The Hotel de Paris Monte-Carlo had been prepared down to the last detail. Its doors were open not only to guests but to the public at large, and they’d had to hire over five hundred additional waitstaff to accommodate the sheer number of people arriving.There seemed to be no room for a single person more; it was utter madness. The corridors were packed, as were the lounges, the restaurants—even the gardens were brimming with people. Giant television screens were set up throughout the hotel and even in the outdoor areas, as access to the garden surrounding the cage match area required extra security and came with an added cost for those wanting to get close to the action.On every balcony, dozens of people gathered to watch, and thankfully, no one had yet discovered exactly which rooms the fighters were staying in!Adriana didn’t bother knocking; she slid her emergency keycard into the lock and slipped into Kyle’s room as quietly as

CHAPTER 583. FIGHT FOR YOU. Where Are We Going?Getting her out of there was like *Mission Impossible XII: For Lovers*, but there was nothing an Orlenko couldn’t pull off if he wanted to. They snuck out of the hotel, and Kyle drove to a small, remote lighthouse near the coast.“I’m so proud of what you achieved tonight,” Adriana smiled. “But if I’m honest, all I really want to know is that you’re okay… The fight got intense and—”Kyle leaned his seat back and pulled her to straddle him.“I’m more than fine,” he assured her, gazing into her eyes. “And I’m about to be even better.”Adriana leaned her body over his, her hands sliding down his back to his hips. Her lips brushed his ear before trailing down his neck, and her hand found its way under his shirt. She gasped softly as she felt him push her panties aside and brush against her bare skin.“You have no idea how much I need this,” he whispered, devouring her mouth, and in an instant, a spark set a fire raging between them.Adriana

CHAPTER 585. FIGHT FOR YOU. JealousyShe was stunning. The way Adriana moaned sent Kyle over the moon, to infinity and beyond. But the rest of Adriana Keller had the same effect on him. Watching her work at the computer, especially when she was giving orders... that just drove him wild.What he definitely didn’t enjoy, though, was the new guy who’d joined the company. He had to be about twelve years older. Not exactly old, but not a kid either, though he looked overly “polished,” like he put way too much effort into his appearance.Kyle had felt that unpleasant sensation from the moment they shook hands, as if his hands were too soft for a man’s. But he didn’t bring it up, not wanting to seem like the... well, slightly possessive, jealous type he actually was.“Hey babe… this Burgges guy… where did he come from?” he asked, setting down one of the plates he’d prepared for her as he watched her work.“From Human Resources,” Adriana replied with a shrug, closing her laptop and setting it

CHAPTER 587. FIGHT FOR YOU. LimitsLeaving the restaurant wasn’t the issue. The problem was doing so with a wall of frustration named Kyle in front of her.“Hey, Adriana… Adriana, wait…”“Not now, Kyle. I have to get back to the office,” she replied in a tone so icy that the fighter blocked her path.“Now, yes! Look, I didn’t want this to happen…”“And what exactly *did* you want?” she hissed. “To make my life easier, let me work, respect the space I have with my clients—was that your plan?” she asked sarcastically. “Or did you just wipe your ass with what I told you this morning and decide to show up ‘by coincidence’ at a professional meeting that had nothing to do with you?”“I didn’t think it would turn out this way! We were just talking, and he twisted everything I said…!” Kyle tried to defend himself, but Adriana was too furious.“That’s precisely the problem! You don’t think!” she snapped. “I don’t know if you’re used to doing whatever you want without caring about the impact on

CHAPTER 589. FIGHT FOR YOU. DesperationHe couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. Flooring the accelerator of his McLaren and weaving recklessly through traffic seemed to be the only thing Kyle Orlenko could manage as calls kept flooding into his phone. His father. His mother. His siblings. But in the end, it was his uncle Caleb’s call that he finally answered.“Tell me where they’re taking her. I need to know which hospital they’re taking her to!” he shouted, pounding the steering wheel so hard that the horn blared, causing other cars to clear the way to avoid a collision. “Questions later, Caleb! Just tell me where the hell she’s going!”“I’m on it, I’m on it!” his uncle’s exasperated voice came through, though he sounded relieved, since Kyle’s intense reaction indicated he was safe. “They’re taking her to the district hospital! They’re on their way to the district hospital! Now, will you tell me what the hell happened?!”Kyle gritted his teeth, his eyes welling up with anger and pain