Igniting the Fyah | HRT1

Chapter 8

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::: October | Monday :::

The afternoon, June was sitting across from Kellon as they discussed the contract. June was bouncing her legs and rubbing her knuckles as she tried to listen to him. Whatever words he was saying were mostly lost to June. Her mind was too occupied with what happened Saturday. Her body was still aching after her quick trip to the gym. Her eyes were mostly glued on watching his lips move.

"-so that's that." He placed a sheet of paper before June, watched her. "Aren't you going to flip the page?"

June looked away from the sheet of paper and up to him. She swallowed when her eyes locked with his. "I'll look at it when I'm home."

Kellon narrowed his eyes on her and held out his own hands. "Give me your hands."

June balled her hands into fists, wincing when she felt a sting. "Why?" she innocently asked, knowing Kellon had been curiously watching her all afternoon.

Kellon raised a brow. "June."

Why him afi seh mi name like dat. . . June uncurled her hands and placed them in his. She looked down at their hands, admiring the notable difference in their sizes.

Kellon on the other hand. . . his eyes had widened when he saw her chipped knuckles. He brushed a thump over the raw skin, causing June to hiss and attempt to pull away. Kellon stopped the movement by holding her wrists. He looked at her, eyes asking questions his mouth couldn't.

He released one of June's wrists, called his assistant Britney and requested a first aid kit. Kellon released June's other hand and she didn't hesitate to lay them on her lap. Kellon accepted the first aid kit from Britney and took a seat in the chair across from June. Tenderly, he nursed her wounds then bandaged it. After he was done, he look up to find June intensely watching him. They held each other's gaze - June staring into his eyes, admiring all his manly features and wishing she could've known what he was thinking in that moment. . .

Kellon cleared his throat and broke away. Moving to sit on the edge of his large desk, Kellon looked down at the woman with another unreadable expression. "Are you involved in anything that will be a threat to you or my business, Miss Michaels?"

"No June dis time?" He gave her a pointed look that told her now wasn't the time for jokes. "No," June stated, "I went to the gym." She could still feel her fists pounding the punching bag while she imagined it as Heidi's face.

"You have a lot of anger in you."

A wa dis pon mi doh, Jesus. June looked away and didn't answer.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Still angry. . ."

Kellon raised a brow and got to his feet, telling June to follow him. June allowed him to lead her to his Trackhawk, and drove her to his house some place in Ocho Rios. He led her into the two-storey and immediately showed her to the kitchen, then a gym. Kellon stripped from his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal just a peek of his inked skin. Mighty God. . .

"Another round?"

June's eyes were too glued to his flexing muscles for her mouth to work properly, so she simply nodded. Her long-sleeved blouse was thin enough, so she decided she'd keep it on. She kicked off her flats and took a fighting stance.