Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

25. A Good Future.

I stand frozen at the door, staring at him. He’s attacking his opponent with all his might, not even noticing me. His opponent tries to match his strikes, but Aiden is faster and more powerful. He dodges the other man’s punches masterfully and strikes like a cobra, targeting his most critical places. His expression is single-focused and dangerous, and his unyielding. He looks like he means business, and failure is not a word in his vocabulary.

Suddenly, how this man managed to overpower Coraline makes much more sense.

What rotten luck do I have to wind up in the same boxing club as freaking Aiden was? Seriously, what the hell?

I want to turn and run. Choose another club, reviews, and five stars be damned. But what reason can I give Brennan for turning tail? That I’m intimidated by one of the members of the club? How absurd and humiliating will that be?

No that won’t do. I am going to have to see this through until the end. And I’m going to face whatever happens like a man, dammit. I’m too tired of being scared of the world. Even looking at him makes me angry, and its high time I used that anger, not letting it turn into fear.

“You okay, Mr. Greyson?” Brannan asks, noticing my inner turmoil.

“Perfectly fine, Brennan,” I look at him and give him a smile, “I was just taking everything in. Also, please call me Jace. Mr. Greyson is my father.”

Brannan smiles back, “Oh, I understand the sentiment. The club is a real beauty if I say so myself. I’d go as far as to say that our facilities are state-of-art, even.”

The club really does look good. It got a worn-out, brick-walled, grunge feel to it. The ceilings are lined with bar lights that illuminate what looks like a giant warehouse that got converted to a boxing gymnasium. There is an open area where a few guys and girls are stretching and exercising, while a separate area, is occupied by the members punching away at the sandbags hanging. In the middle of the layout were two full-sized rings, both of them occupied, one by Aiden and his opponent, who was now down on the ground, and the other by two women. Dotted around the club were instructors in black clothing.

Had it not been for Aiden’s presence, it would’ve been such a nice atmosphere for my first day at the club.

how to throw a punch? You said you’ve gotten into fights before.” Brannan asks, and I break

can’t help but blush, “They were

very beginning then. Why don’t you stow

man who looks like he would blow

Brennan puts me out of my misery, and stands in front of

“Huh?”

me

fist and swing at Brennan, aiming for his midsection.

course, he swiftly catches my

Again.” He releases my fist and orders again. I try to punch him

this, aren’t I?” I murmur, feeling embarrassed but Brennan shakes

me show you

especially my thumb when I hit. He teaches me how to hold myself so I won’t stumble with the force between

he grins, “you’ll catch up to the

very

not. Instead, he ignored me and went back to his opponent. But I felt his eyes on me a few times as I maneuvered around the mat with Brannan Perhaps he was keeping his distance because Brennan was there. Or perhaps he