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cold bath to help with the muscle aches.
    “Okay. Well then, I’ll see you tonight, mate. Try not to get into trouble while I’m out.” I pat his shoulder and he rewards me with a playful punch to the arm. Even with the punch being playful, it still fucking hurt.
    “Ouch. Motherfucker.” I rub the spot on my arm as I leave his office. “See ya tonight!” I shout over my shoulder as I disappear down the hallways and through the ring area to the main doors.
    He doesn’t reply but I hear him shut his office door. This place if fucking creepy when it’s empty and it gives me the shivers like someone is walking over my grave. I pick up my pace through the warehouse and leave through the two steel doors that lead to the adjoining car park where my Porsche 911 Turbo sits, glimmering in the sunlight that is disappearing behind the clouds again.
    Strapping myself in, my thoughts go back to Gemma. They always go back to fucking Gemma. Deep down I know she’d never ever go near my dick again but that doesn’t stop me wanting her, it only makes me want to pursue her more. And I’m going to weave my way back into her life. She honestly doesn’t know that she’s playing with fire.

    Reaching my house, I turn off the ignition and unstrap myself. But I sit there for a few minutes. I love my house, don’t get me wrong but living in a two-bed house alone can get lonely. But, the only good thing about living here, is that I live two doors down from Jase. And looking at his house now, he has his door open and he’s mauling a brunette with long legs and wearing a little black number. I shake my head, that’s Jase all over. He’s a good looking guy anyway but he always mentions that he’s a firefighter which makes all the girls swoon.
    After Jase has his door shut and the brunette is walking away from his house, I leave the confines of my car and head to my house, determined to be alone for just a few hours to recuperate from the long gym session.
    What I love about the gym, or another thing at least, is that my receptionist can be in charge all damn day every day, because she manages EVERYTHING. From answering the phones, to signing new members. All I do there is crunch numbers, something I fucking hate but has to be done. So I usually spend a few hours there in the mornings to get new paperwork filed, catch up on the accounts and make sure that all the gym equipment is working properly.
    Sighing in relief that I made it into my house without Jase noticing, I lock my door and head straight for my bathroom. Climbing the stairs, I notice the tension and fatigue in my muscles with each step that I take and I groan. A cold bath is definitely fucking needed; however uncomfortable it is.
    After the coldest bath in history, I get out and towel myself dry quickly. Clothes, I need fucking clothes. My teeth are chattering but at least my muscles feel a little loser. I step out of the bathroom into the warmth of the hallway and walk butt naked to my master bedroom to get ready for the fight tonight; dressing in jogging shorts and plain white t-shirt, I won’t be wearing it long as you have to be shirtless in the ring. I hear my phone beeping from where I took everything out of my pockets in the bathroom, but I ignore it until I’m dressed.
    The ringing stops but immediately starts again and I curse under my breath. Can’t I catch two minutes of peace and quiet? Obviously fucking not.
    “Hello?” I growl, not giving a shit who’s on the receiving end of my mood.
    “Son, that is no way to answer the phone to your mother,” her stern voice comes through the line and I groan in frustration.
    “If your number wasn’t withheld, I wouldn’t have answered like that or even at all. What the fuck do you want?” I ask, running a hand through my wet hair as I head back to the bedroom and perch on the edge of my bed.
    “Watch your tone.” Her voice is a little deeper but she doesn’t fucking intimidate me. She can go fuck herself for