"Should I start worrying?" - I jump at the sound of William's voice, who
opens the door wide at the exact moment when I throw a blank kick, and then regret mentally not locking the door.
"Have you already regretted giving your son the gym?" - I hasten to change the subject,
clearing my throat and trying to compose myself as soon as I see him advance in my
direction with an amused smile on his lips.
"Are you angry with the air now?" - he bursts out laughing shamelessly, forcing me to
roll your eyes.
Nosy old man!
"I want to learn how to fight." - I shrug indifferently, hoping that he doesn't ask
more as he takes place on the opposite side of the desk.
«You would be a danger to everyone.» - he snaps, looking at me from below, continuing not explaining what he is doing in the gym, but it is clear that he does not trust his son.
I wouldn't trust that asshole either.
"You can ask my son." - he assumes a serious expression when he understands that I'm not
kidding at all, but I shake my head snorting, then let myself fall into the chair like
a sack of potatoes.
"I've already tried." - I say between my teeth, throwing a quick glance out of the window to
realize that the gym is about to close.
"He's an asshole, I know." - he chuckles in a low voice, then takes a deep breath and
takes a serious expression.
"My ex-wife is getting married in a month." - he suddenly sais after a couple of seconds of silence,
making me jerk my head up and frown when I realize his words.
«Congratulations.» - I shrug my shoulders in a strangled voice, but before I say anything else, William snorts in anticipation:
"I want to convince Matthew and Ashley to go there." -he brings a hand to the height of his hair,
while I close my eyes, not understanding why he decided to talk to me about this, but I decide not intervening and letting him let off steam as he usually does, even if we know
both that I will not be able to solve his problem:
«Matthew will not change his mind.» - he sighs, resuming to look at me carefully, but I hasten to anticipate him before I can say more:
"Ashley will do the right thing." - I try to console him with a cold and convincing tone.
His daughter has made it clear to me several times that she doesn't appreciate her mother, but it is clear that she misses the figure of her mother, with whom she shared her childhood.
«I hope so.» - he nods to my words with conviction, as he stands up and gives me his back with the same thoughtful expression of a little while ago, and then add a 'Se you soon ' absently, before disappearing behind the door of my office, after making me stay for more than half an hour in this gym.
I reluctantly get up from my chair, imitating William in order to return home before the sky gets darker than it already is, also because I'm sure Ian is already back home at this hour.
I close the door behind me, and then resume crossing the corridor with a thoughtful expression in my face.
I don't understand why William wants his children to get along with their mother.
He was betrayed by his ex-wife and because of her he didn't see his children raise. If I
had been in his place I would have spat in her eye in front of the priest, rather than persuade
my children to keep her company on her wedding day.
I slowly raise my head and look around the main room of the gym, noting that not only the
bar is closed, but that there is not even a customer, while the punching bags are stationary and
hung one after the other, drawing my attention.
I stop instantly in front of one of these, biting my lower lip, then look again around me to make sure I'm alone.
I have to learn how to smash Paul's face, with or without the help of a professional boxer,
damn it!
I bend my legs slowly, imitating Matthew and trying to remember the position of
his arms as he punched the target, then bend my elbows laterally and close my fingers on the sides of my head like my boss did, but I jump in place when I hear someone
approach behind me slowly.
I widen my eyes and start to turn around, but I don't even have time to look at him as I let his chest adhere to my back:
"Raise your arms." - I straighten my back at the sound of Matthew's hoarse and low voice,
swallowing loudly at his command, but when he realizes I'm paralyzed at his
presence behind me, he stretches his muscular arms to the sides of my small shoulders, like
he wanted to hug me from behind, which only increases my heartbeat in a crazy way.
I clear my nostrils and I begin to think that he has decided to help me, but I understand his intentions
only when he grasps my wrists with each hand, then forces me to raise my arms
up and bend the elbows back, on the sides of his hard and contracted pecs.
"Relax." - I feel his lips curl into a smile among my hair, but his voice is
so sensual to make me tremble when he wraps my fingers with his to force me to close them in two fists.
I clear my throat and start to open my mouth with the intention of removing him from my
shoulders, but from my lips escapes a strangled moan when he leaves my hands, and then grabs my hips between his gigantic fingers and push my tight pelvis back.
I bring my lower lip between my teeth as his intimacy touches my lower back, so I hasten to retort, trying to resist his grip:
"I don't think this is the right position." - I try to hide my fearful voice, lowering my knees slightly in embarrassment, but jerking my head up and hurrying to turn to his fitness body when he opens his mouth again with a cold tone:
«It's the right position to fuck you, Charlie.» - he whispers with such a calm voice that my grimace goes from embarrassed to offended, so much that I raise a hand to slap him, but with a quick move he locks both my wrists between his long fingers,
to then lower himself at my height and push his mouth against mine with so much violence
that I'm forced to step back and my body hits the punching bag at
my shoulders in a thousandth of a second.
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