Royalty Dynasty

Chapter 4 (Working Out)

I got changed as instructed. He's picked out a pair of black yoga pants and a matching sports bra. He's even picked out a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, as well as matching socks. I laughed to myself when I found my arm bands there too.  Cas had insisted that they're useless, but I brought them away. I was confused as to why my swimming costume was there, but I knew it was no use questioning myself about it. Changed I headed back out to see him up in the boxing ring. I couldn't see him all that clearly from where I was since it was just his head that was visible, so I approached him. I kept my eyes on the ring and when I finally got up there, a big part of me wished I hadn't.  Of course, my inner 'Six' number one fan' would have a different story to tell. He was dressed in shorts and sneakers, fixing the ropes on something of the sort but I was preoccupied with watching his back muscles flex with every move he mad. Yes, he was shirtless in all his glory, and by God, I don't think normal human beings look like this.  There was a dragon tattooed down his who back. It looked so life like. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait, six isn't actually a number. but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there. I noticed a tattoo of a heart on his left side of his chest Instead of an arrow going through it was a rose. The heart was empty in the middle, except for the letter 'A' at the top of the inside of the heart. A imagine for a man, who could only pinpoint as Michelangelo in my head, came to mind and I could see him sculpturing this Adonis to pure, Italian perfect, and my, what a sight he was 

Six: Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare I was bought out of my ogling 

Me: I'll have you know that my mother didn't teach me anything, I said, angrier than I intended, looking away from him. Warm fingers grasped my chin, making me look up at him. 

Six: Punch me. What? Wait, why am I saying this is my head?

Me: What? I asked out loud

Six: Punch. Me. I could only look at the delusional boy before me with confusion etched on my face. He looked so dead serious with his request. I squeaked when he suddenly turned me around so that he had his arms around me. My eyes widened when he gripped my throat and started squeezing.

Me: What are you doing? I thought you weren't going to kill me! I barely managed to get out. He only squeezed tighter. 

Six: Get yourself out. He instructed. I wriggled and tried hitting him, but nothing worked. One thought flashed through my mind.  I'm going to die a virgin, at the hands of the hottest guy I know. He let go of my and was finally able to breathe again. I coughed. adjusting to being able to breathe again. I have never before been so grateful for the ability to breathe. The air felt different as it went into my lungs. I almost died.  

Me: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I screamed. 

Six: So much. but that's not why we're here. kick this, He signaled to the bottle in his hand. he was holding it up to be level with his chest. 

Me: no! Take me home! I demanded. 

Six: Kick the bottle and I'll think about it, he replied

Me: I can't kick that high, I huffed. 

Six: He raised an eyebrow. Have you ever tried?

Me: Well no, but I know. I'd rather not embarrass myself, thank you very much! I huffed.

Six: It's only the two of us here. Who's going to hold it against you? He asked