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Chapter 2

Caiden's POV

I threw a couples more punches on an old and slightly worn out speed bag before taking a break. I had been going at it for hours and my muscles were screaming in exhaustion. Even I knew that my shoulder endurance had greatly improved.

I removed my hand wrap and discarded it.

I lay on the floor, my body positioned for a sit up but I opted for crunches instead not wanting to fuck up my back.

"Caiden, you down for a one on one competition?"
Declan, a big tan man, hollered from across the professional and standard gym.

I shrugged. Standing to my full height, I adjusted my shirt that had ridden up. I love a good one on one.

I made my way over to him.

Less than three minutes with him in the boxing ring, I had assessed him. He was an aggressive fighter. His rhythm was too predictable and his coordination poor. Everything felt the same, almost boring. He made it too easy.

He threw proper jabs though, I respected him for that.

A jab, right uppercut, left hook and right cross later and he was on the floor breathless. He was not that bad, he just didn't match up to me.

"He is not the best professional boxer in the state for no reason " I heard Dante tell him with a laugh as I made my way to the private and luxurious locker room.

It was just how I liked it, quiet and empty.

A long and hot shower is what I needed but I had to wait until I got home. I didn't feel too comfortable taking a shower in a locker room, luxurious or not. I would have drove home right away but I was sweaty and sticky and I hated the feeling.

A quick, ten-minute shower would have to do for now.

I closed my eyes as the water beat my back softly, unknotting my tight muscles. Fuck, that felt good!

A pair of large, sparkling deep-set blue eyes flashed in my mind and I smiled.
Her eyes were clear liquid, they reminded me of an ocean; tempting, mysterious,fascinating and hypnotic.

I allowed my mind to drift back to yesterday, when I pushed down on my brake a little too late when she has stopped suddenly . I had not expected it and had crashed into her tiny and old car, my new Mercedes Benz suffering from the hit. I was going to spend another fortune repairing that car.

She was particularly eye-catching. Her wavy, Auburn hair cascading down her attractively curved and well-endowed body in waves. Her face a sweet delicate oval. She looked angelic, her beauty very rare.

She had sexy legs. I imagined her in a pair of skinny jeans. I smiled.

I am fucked! She is all I think about.

Blue. That's what she reminded me of. Magnificent blue.

I stepped out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around my lower body.

I picked up my phone and called Chase. It rang. He picked up almost immediately.
"Hey man, what's up?"

"you still coming to the gym?" I asked. It was almost 10 o'clock. He usually headed to the gym around this time.

"I'll be there in about five minutes, why?"

"I need a ride" I said simply. He waited for a while to see if I'll give an explanation. I didn't.

"Do I look like a fucking chauffeur or something?" He asked "Are you dying?"

I ignored his stupid question . "Hurry up" I said before cutting the call and throwing it into my gym bag.