Alexander Ace Peterson has been an underground boxer for nearly his whole life, its always the same thing, train, fight, and win. But his boss tells him that they need something new, that something being a woman. Would having a woman join the fight...
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Ace♤
I was hoping that Blair would come train with us as right now all I want to see is a different face that doesn't resemble that of three hormonal guys. They haven't shut up all morning and surprisingly Max is even speaking. I haven't the faintest clue as to who watered his flowers today but I ain't complaining.
"Alex, pass us that towel please," says Kingston pointing beside me. I hand him his towel and he makes quick work of wiping his eyes before going straight back down performing another set of push ups. How he makes them look so effortless I will never know.
"God I'm tired just watching you," yawns Damien, sat chilled with his body straddled sideways on the bench. I shoot him a dead glare.
"You're tired because you've done absolutely nothing," I correct.
He smirks, "Jealous that I can keep this hot body with no effort?" He sighs mockingly flicking his blonde hair. "I must admit Ace, jealousy does not look good on you."
Damien ends up with a sweaty towel thrown in his face and I grin appreciatively at Kingston who just shrugs knowingly.
Max comes over near me for his drink and leans against the boxing bag with his full chest glistening on display.
"Something has got Mr Sunshine over here happier than usual," nods Kingston thrusting his thumb in Max's direction.
Max scowls and shakes his head, "I am not happy I'm perfectly normal," he grunts.
"He sounds perfectly normal to me," mumbles Damien which earns him the finger.
"Seriously though," Kingston muses before snapping his fingers.
"Could it have something to do with a certain fighter of ours?"
Max almost spits his water out as his eyes widen and he dramatically shakes his head.
For some reason anger slowly builds up inside me at the thought of Max liking Blair and my hands curl into fists. I openly glare at him but luckily for me he doesn't notice.
"Absolutely not, I don't like Blair at all, I tolerate her. There's a difference."
"Come on, not even a little bit?" Pleads Kingston gesturing a small amount.
"Fuck off Kent," Max hisses looking seriously pissed now.
"Now, now," calms Damien sliding closer to me and he hooks an arm around my shoulders. He grins over at the guys.
"We all know that Blair belongs to this guy."
I move out the way of his arm, "okay that's enough talk about Blair, can we move on?"
I shoot Damien a scowl before glancing at the two fighters in front of me.
"Beats me," shrugs Max bored and he saunters back over to his boxing bag and begins practicing numerous combos. I must admit even his punches have become lighter, he's thinking about something.
