Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

15. Anger Tilting The Flame

CHAPTER 15: Anger Tilting The Flame

He was inflamed.

Outraged, would probably be the best description as he slices punch after punch into the taut punching bag in front of him. His silk shorts were comfy on his waist as he sweats up a storm in front of me, not once taking his usually soft brown eyes off the target as Tobias stands there next to him, attempting to calm him down.

I stand above, in my appropriate gear for the formal gathering this evening. Aaron doesn't even look ready to leave, as he continues shoving anger into his adrenaline, he's wasting his energy because of her aggressive tendencies.

He's been like this since the beginning.

Once being told I was the one going out into the field and asked to seduce Owen Cruiser into his office, Aaron snapped. Listening to Pierce fired him up more and he snapped Pierce's main table in two, the files threw everywhere as he transformed into an impressive beast.

He's been here in the gym ever since.

Fern stands next to me, sighing in exasperation, "Why not just leave the imbecile behind? He might not even notice." He points and I roll my eyes.

"His stance around the punching bag moves to the left every time I step to the right. He's using his peripheral vision to make sure I'm still in here." I mutter, not in annoyance but, just a mere fact as Fern sits at his desk. I step to the right for further indication, Aaron steps to the left and Fern grunts, turning away from me, now.

"Will you be alright out there?"

His question has my lips twitching upward, "You've trained me, haven't you?"

He chuckles darkly, "You terrify the hell out of me."

"Goodnight, Fern." I murmur, walking towards the side door and Aaron, stops punching, by the sounds of it at least. The second my three inch sparkly red heels hit the floorboards of the gym. Many eyes turn my way, but, only Aaron's crew remain present in the large building.

Madison looks so different in mere black jeans, a burgundy leather jacket with her hair in a messy pony tail. Tobias looks easily stressed by Aaron's side along the wall panel to the side of me. Branson and Reynolds stands slightly in front of them with their eyes watching me in a slight change.

A glint.

In their eyes, is what I notice.

My dress is that of a sparkly red, long sleeves with a low neckline and my hair is down, curled lightly so it has a smooth flow to it, "Well, it's eerily quiet. Are you all so usually...silent...on your missions?" I murmur.

I don't get an answer before Branson says quietly, "It would be more beneficial for you, Olivine, if it were Maddie in the field. Not one of us could help to stop bodyguards from some sort of online software."

I turn my back to him and walk towards the exit doors, "I've given you tutorials, if you can't do it. We are allowed to let this mission go for awhile." I lie, silkily moving the words around my tongue as they all pause.

Aaron jogs towards me, his face in a scowl, "You're telling me this entire time, we would have been able to quit, get out of this mission. Why are you all...dressed up and distracting?" He growls the last part.

I raise one eyebrow, "It's not hard to wipe all this off, you know?"

"You're not kidding, are you?" Reynolds interrupts, his arms crossed as I shake my head and the others are piercingly silent, before they all begin laughing up a storm.

"Who's up for the beach party tonight, it's the last of the season?" Madison asks, suggestively as Branson claps in mischievous agreement.

Even Aaron chuckles ceremoniously as he encases both hands around my waist, before picking me up and sitting me on one of his arms, looking up at me before leaning in.