The Fighter and I

Prologue

Derek- He is an underground fighter that is tired of the same ol same ol'.

He has dated a few girls.

Even was married to a model that ripped his heart out.

He is 26 and ready to find love and settle down a bit.

His friend told him about this club so he decided to go.

He was shocked to see that the only women in the club were all full figured.

He sat at the bar and couldn't help but stare at a beautiful woman he saw dancing.

She wasn't his "normal type" but he didn't care.

Can he find love with a woman that has more curves then he's used too?

Layla- She is 27 and loves every one of her curves.

She is proud of who she is.

She designs clothes for women with curves.

She is newly single and planned on staying that way that was until fate brought Derek into her life.

Can a fighter fight for the girl that is worth everything?

Or will he let his stupid pride win?

What happens when one fight changes everything?

Will he get the girl, or will he make the biggest mistake of his life.

All Derek has ever known was to fight.

This time he can't fight his way into her heart.

Layla is head strong, and needs someone that will treat her with gentle hands.

Could that be Derek?

One thing is for sure.

With these two there is going to be fireworks.

Let's just hope they can get past all the drama, and let love truly conquer all.....

Derek's pov

My buddy Jake keeps hounding me to go to the club with him. He says it's time to get over Beth, and he's right. All she ever did was bring me heartache. She was gorgeous and she knew it. She didn't fool anyone but me. I no longer loved her, but I wasn't sure I was ready to date again. It seemed as if all the women he met were all the same. Didn't anyone believe in being faithful anymore?

He just wanted one good woman. He didn't care how she looked if she was good to him that was all that mattered. He decided to take Jake up on the offer. I mean what could it hurt? He got to the club and found Jake. Once he was seated, he looked around. This was not a normal club. All the women had curves.

"Jake what club is this?"

"It's a club for men that like some meat on their women."

I smiled at that idea. This was defiantly different from what I'm used to. I looked out to the dance floor, and my mouth dropped. This incredibly sexy woman was looking at me. She had curves in all the right spots. Watching her move was turning me on. I decided to walk down and see if she maybe wanted to dance.

"Hi, I was wondering would you like to dance. I'm Derek."

"I'm Layla and sure."

A fast song came on as she started to grind on me. In this moment I was happier than I had been in a long time. Hell, Beth never made me feel like this and she was a famous model. This girl was confident, but not conceited. I found that very sexy.

After four dances her friends started calling her back to the table. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew they wanted to talk to her. I hesitantly walked back to where Jake was. He smiled at me and I just laughed. I was so glad he suggested this place.

Layla walked over to my table and put something on it. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said bye. I picked it up and saw it was her number. I put it in my pocket and couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Was I ready to try my heart at love again? Could Layla be just what I need? I did know one thing I would be giving her a call in the very near future because I have never had more fun than I did tonight holding her close as we danced the night away and I wanted more.

Chapter 2

Layla's pov

At 27 I have my whole life figured out. I was an extremely popular plus-size clothes designer. I got sick of people telling me I was to "fat" for the cute clothes. All the plus sized clothes I seen looked like they should be curtains. So, I worked hard and made a name for myself. For me I was all work and no play.

I was tired of men. I just didn't have time for them. Every one of them tried changing me. I was happy with who I was. It's not my fault they can't deal with some curves. Men all they want is what looks good on the outside. To hell with that.

I decided to take some of my employs out to celebrate our glowing review. So, we went to a club especially for us "fat" people, and the ones that adore us. I loved being here. I could let go and have fun. No one here judged me.

I came here had fun, and flirted a bit then went on my way. Everyone needs a place where they can go and feel beautiful. Most nights I just ignore everyone but my close group of friends. Tonight, I felt brave. I felt beautiful.

Earlier today I went to this restaurant, and some guy oinked at me like I was some pig. He told his buddies they should leave since I most likely will eat all the food. I have dealt with guys like that my whole life.

Even my family says things about "how I have such a pretty face. I would be beautiful if only I could lose some weight." They have called me the human garbage disposal growing up.

I am not obese. I am only twenty ponds over my normal weight. I have curves. I have always had big hips with a big chest to match. I try not to let these things bother me, but they do. I wanted to punch those guys today. Instead, I left, and went home to cry.

What gives them the right to judge me? Are all men like this? So far that is all I have found. I was good enough for a quickie, but not to be seen in public with. Well, I was done with all that. It was going to take someone incredibly special to make me revoke my single status, and I doubted a man like that existed.

I have decided to just worry about me and forget all about the haters. When I am on top of the world, and they can't reach me that will be the best kind of revenge. I don't do toxic, so I have cut ties with family and so-called friends that brought me down. I am living life to the fullest I mean yea of course I would love to find a great guy I just doubt one that will love me for me is out there.