A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 4

Great, I think to myself. I don't let him intimidate me, at least I try not to. 

"I said I will do my best, Coach, but I cannot keep a roof over my sister's head without working, I'm sure you can understand that." He spits at me, replacing his glasses and turning around to walk out the door. Molly waves over her shoulder at me and I wave back smiling sweetly at her. 

What a fucktard. I think to myself, nothing changes about that man, apart from his size, he's definitely gotten a hell of a lot bigger in the past six years. I watch as he climbs into his white Audi S4, clearly a car he cherishes as it's pimped out and very fucking loud. He wheel spins out of the car park, I roll my eyes, surprised he's not killed Molly with his driving. 

I head up to the gym for the next hour, killing time before my next swimming class. I spend half an hour building my cardio, which is my weakest spot, then spend the rest of my time lifting to try to strengthen my back and doing squats to tone my arse and legs. I'm lucky that I inherited my mother's figure, but I have to work to keep myself in shape. Otherwise I'd end up like my father, who Hudson is working his ass off not to turn into. 

When I'm all sweaty and feeling the ache in my muscles that comes with a workout, I head back to the pool side where my 11 to 15 year olds are starting to put their goggles and swimming hats on. This lot swim competitively, so I spend most of my time watching their form, making sure their strokes aren't sloppy. 

Their swim practice lasts until 1pm, I hear bellies rumbling as they exit the pool, including mine. Looking forward to the Chinese take away with Jenna after the race tonight, I know I have to have a salad for lunch, there's no point spending 1-2 hours four days a week in the gym if I'm just going to eat crap. 

I head to the deli over the road to choose my salad, while looking at the pasta and sandwiches, I pull myself away and head over to the make your own salad bar. Gotta be good, I scald myself. 

I eat my salad in the staff room at the leisure centre, wishing I'd put a spoonful of salad cream over top to add a little flavour, but knowing it'd just add unwanted calories to my day. 

I head back to the mansion I call house to get ready for tonight. 

I grab one of Hudson's cookies that he left me, savouring the flavour for as long as I can. He took the rest to his sleepover tonight. I'd only stuff them in my fat gob all at once and regret it a couple days later when my jeans don't fit. 

I blast music through the house's sound system and head for the shower. I let the hot water rinse the smell of chlorine and sweat off my body, running like a waterfall down my breasts, soaking my hair making it reach my hips. I wash it thoroughly, scrubbing my face and body, making sure my skin is smooth and silky. I dry my body off, with my hair in a towel as I put my underwear on, a black, lace, push up bra, making my breasts touch each other in the middle of my chest, and their matching knickers. I spend the next hour drying my hair, it always takes much longer when I've given it a good wash and condition, but I don't mind because it's my best feature. Once it's dry, I curl the ends into ringlets. I apply a full face of make-up, the only time I wear a full face unless I'm out on the lash with the girls. Which isn't very often. 

I check myself out in the mirror, hair and face, done, looking like a completely different person than I do in normal life. I pull out my tight black jeans and 3/4 length shirt slipping them on with my newest pair of White, metallic copper, superstar Adidas trainers. 

I love the way I look on race nights. I'm in a different world that only Jenna is privy to. If she didn't help me better my car, she wouldn't have anything to do with this world. It's dangerous, especially for a woman driver. I'm lucky I can throw a good punch to the jaw or kick to the balls, but a lot of the other girls there... I don't want to think about what some of them go through on a race night.