Luna: Grab me any coffee. Meet at Ace in an hour.
I can’t even bring myself to fluff it up a little more for her. It’s not her fault but she’ll have to get used to my shortness if she plans to stick around.
Red: Yes Captain!
Fucking captain, I can’t help the smile, but my current mood quickly stomps it out. Heading to the lobby I store my belongings in my mini vault and head outside. As quick as I thought I might have been, I wasn’t as quick as Roman apparently.
“Get in,” he grumbles.
I don’t respond, just climb in. I’m ready to get the fuck away from this building. The whole fucking place in general really.
Roman is clicking the partition up before we’ve even begun moving. I can tell he wants to trample me for information, but he can also see that I’m close to feral. His eyes are burning holes in my skull, making me want to scratch the spot.
“You seem stressed Princess,” he murmurs.
You think? He doesn’t even deserve a response, so I continue to gaze out of the window.
“You want to talk about it? I’d love to hear all about how long you and West have known each other. It’ll help clear some things up for me,” he pushes.
Fuck. Off.
If I wanted to talk, it wouldn’t be to you. Yet I say nothing, I do nothing, and he gets the message leaving me be for the rest of the drive.
Arriving at Ace, I don’t have time to mess around, I’m out of the car in a flash. I need in that gym, I just need to change as quickly as possible, so I’ll be calmer when Red shows up.
Hitting the lobby, I make for the stairs when I’m grabbed by the arm and dragged past them.
What the fuck?
“What the hell is your problem with manhandling me? Get the fuck off Roman!” I yell, but he ignores me.
Thomas the doorman can see us but does nothing.
Great. Thanks.
I try to dig my feet in to stop his pull but with these heels on I’ve got no chance. He shoves into the gym doors and whirls me around, pushing me in the direction of the ring. I spin to face him, fire burning in my eyes.
I’m furious, unable to mask my emotions.
“There she is,” he says with heat in his eyes.
Of course he gets off on me being so worked up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneer.
He stares me down, from head to toe, and it feels like he’s touching me. I can feel everywhere his eyes land on my body.
“It means, you’re incredibly good at playing the Ice Queen, but the real you. The person you hold in, is fire. The emotion in your eyes could burn a man, and they’d love you for it.”
He says it so casually, I’m left speechless.
“Take your heels off,” he says, as he pulls his blazer off
“Why?” I demand, but he just smirks.
“Because I’m not gonna let you take your anger out on me with those ridiculous heels on.”
He what? He can’t be serious, but the look in his eyes tells me he is. I would much rather spar with someone than a punching bag, so I’m not going to turn his offer down. I kick my heels to the side.
“You expect me to do this in my uniform?” I ask, resting my hands on my hips.
He looks me over and just nods.
Okay then. I can’t keep the blazer on, so I throw it on top of my heels and climb in the ring. He’s watching me like a hawk, like I’m his prey and he’s just biding his time. He stalks towards me, ripping his shirt clean off in the process.
Fuck.
Just fuck.
His body is a dream, and those eyes. God those eyes.
He fucking knows what he’s doing. His smirk says so. Acehole!
He climbs in the ring pulling two sets of light gloves off the table as he does. Muscle memory has us both set to go in no time at all. He stands in the middle of the ring with his arms outstretched and I bump gloves with him.
No words are spoken between us, we just follow routine.
He’s not surprised when I make the first move, he instantly responds and we begin feeling each other out with light jabs, but then it’s game on. I need to beat this adrenaline and anger out of me. A pace is set, and we block back and forth. He’s not afraid to come at me.
I need that. I need someone to see that I need this, and not shy away because I’m a female, and he must, because he’s giving it to me willingly. No one’s made a move for submission, that’s not what this is. We are just pushing each other to our limits. The sweat trickling down my back helps ground me. Fuck this feels too good.
I see it, the moment he decides to charge me, and I use his momentum to continue rolling him when we hit the floor. I know I can’t pin him down, but he lets me hold him down for a second before I’m jumping back up. He’s glistening with sweat too, and I can’t stop myself from looking at his forearms, they’re bulging and completely distracting.
I can tell I’ve done enough beating if I can think about anything other than hitting shit.
“I’m done.” I breathe, pulling my gloves off.
“Nah Princess, you’re not done till I say so,” he murmurs, before he’s launching himself at me again. I’d turned my back to him, so he grabs me and turns me midair to face him before we crash to the floor and his mouth is on mine.
Or mine is on his.
Who knows.
I hear a soft thud, beside me. It must have been his gloves too because his fingers are slipping into my hair.
If he thought my eyes were burning earlier, my core could set him on fire.
I don’t melt into
