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.

first, let’s get you tested so I can make a program for your training. Do you know how to throw a punch? You said you’ve gotten into fights

blush, “They were not all that

should start from the very beginning

his gaze contemplative, I wonder what he says. The skinny man who looks like he would blow away like a leaf in the wind? Or someone with the potential to be more? Did he see me as a good future boxer, or was he mentally

me out of my misery, and stands in front of me, “punch me.”

“Huh?”

me your best

a fist

swiftly catches

again. I try to punch him once more, but

I murmur, feeling embarrassed but

Ow, let me show you how to

to hold my posture and clench my fingers in such a way that would prevent me from breaking my fingers, especially my thumb when I hit. He teaches me how to hold myself so I won’t stumble with the force between my own swings, and commends me when I get it right

a fast learner,” he grins, “you’ll catch up to the proper level

very

realized that Aiden had noticed me. I did not miss the way his eyes latched on me the first time and the sheer anger that enveloped them I wondered if he would march up to me then and there, but he did not. Instead, he ignored me and went back to his opponent.