Chapter 133
“Clayton. You’re a lawyer who wrecked my marriage, knocked up my wife, and forced us to get divorced. You’re worse than an animal. You don’t deserve to be called human,” Lucas robred.
Being the other man made him just as much of a homewrecker as any woman would be. All the respect Clayton had earned as a lawyer turned into pure
shame.
The men watching threw him disgusted looks and spit on the ground.
Sure, guys cheat all the time, but at least they usually go after single women. This lawyer had exploited legal loopholes, messed around with a married woman, and betrayed his own wife in the process.
Then, Clayton got the woman pregnant, bullied her husband into a divorce, dumped his own wife, and had the nerve to flaunt his new relationship
online.
“What kind of person does that?‘ the bystanders thought.
The whole scene was happening right outside the administrative building. Someone called the cops, and when they showed up, Clayton’s supervi happened to walk out at the same time,
The supervisor was old college buddies with John and had specifically warned Clayton to keep a low profile during his one year suspension. It wasn’t long ago, and here he was, getting into a street fight over a divorce case.
The supervisor couldn’t even stand to look at Clayton anymore. He turned to his secretary and said, “Don’t bother updating me about Clayton’s problems anymore.”
“Yes, sir,” the secretary replied.
The Maybach pulled up to a private club. Ivan followed behind Audrey as they headed into the elevator and went straight to the third floor
The moment they stepped out, the manager rushed over. Calvin gave him a nod. “You know the drill”
“Of course, Mr. Jenkins.” The manager hurried off to make arrangements.
They walked through a hallway that opened up into a huge space. Right in the center was a fighting ring where two guys were going at it hard.
Ivan’s eyes lit up instantly. His fighting instincts kicked into overdrive and he couldn’t help copying the fighters‘ moves, shadow boxing with this look of pure excitement on his face
Audrey’s attention went straight to the fighters‘ ripped bodies–broad shoulders, sweat soaking through their shirts. Between all the action, one could catch glimpses of some serious muscle definition.
A big hand suddenly turned her head away from the ring Audrey laughed and grabbed Yann’s arm, giving it a squeeze. She hadn’t seen him fightin
forever.
“This way.” Calvin tapped Ivan on the shoulder. Ivary spun around and followed him. “Cant actually fight?”
“Why else would I bring you here?” Calvin smirked.
“Cool” Ivan glanced back at Yann. “What about him, Mr. Jenkins? He fighting too??
Calvin shot him a look that basically said “you have no idea what you’re getting into but didn’t answer.
Yann got Audrey settled in the lounge area and handed her his watch. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the chair next to her. “Order whatever
you want to drink.”
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Audrey caught his wrist. “Take it easy on the kid, okay? Don’t mess him up too bad.”
Yann leaned down, bracing his hand on the table so his face was right up close to hers. “Kid or not, nobody gets to want what’s mine.”
“He’s only 13”
“You were only 15 when we met.” Yann’s breath was hot against her face, stirring the loose strands by her temples and making her skin ingle
Audrey’s lace went bright red and her eyes darted away. “You didn’t have dirty thoughts about me back then, did you?”
Yann moved even close. “What if I said yes!”
Audrey’s eyes widened. She looked up and kissed his parted lips accidentally.
They both froze.
Yann lifted his hand to cup the back of her head and pecked the corner of her mouth. “Can’t let him get too close to you.”
Ivan came out after changing clothes and caught them in the act. He started walking over, but Calvin grabbed his collar and pulled him aside. “Come warm up first”
“I’m already plenty warmed up,” Ivan said loudly
Audrey saw sparks crackling in Yann’s eyes and leaned close to his ear with a grin. “Then show me what an older man’s got.”
Yann’s fingers tightened on the back of her head in warning, his grip carrying a hint of invitation.
Yann headed to the changing room. When he came back out, he was wearing loose black pants and a moisture–wicking tank that showed off his arms. His muscle definition wasn’t over the top, but it was perfectly proportioned.
Before coming out, Yann spent five minutes checking himself out in the minor. He rolled his shoulders, flexed his arms, and tested different poses to figure out which angles made him look the most ripped.
Once
was sure he’d found the perfect way to catch Audrey’s attention, he finally stepped out.
A professional trainer handed him red boxing gloves. Yann wrapped his hands with tape, slipped on the gloves, and jumped onto the ring with smooth moves. He didn’t look back, but he was totally sure Audrey was already checking him out
Not far away, Ivan was going hard on a punching bag, but his eyes were locked on Yann with a challenging stare. Just because the guy dresses like a pro doesn’t mean he actually is one, he thought.
Yann messed with Audrey, Ivan would beat him down just like he was beating this bag. He didn’t care how rich ann was. He was still a minor anyway.
Being tall wasn’t that big a deal either. Ivan would grow too, and he’d build muscle. Audrey had protected him before, so now he wanted to be her knight in shining armor.
Up in the ring. Yann threw two quick punches that nearly knocked his sparring partner off balance.
Iwan just stood there, totally stunned.
“Can’t even make the punching bag move and you think you can fight people?” Calvin laughed from the sidelines. This guy won six fights straight in underground boxing. He’d crush you like a bug”
Ivan slowly closed his mouth, still blown away by Yann’s killer moves and insane punching power. After a long moment, he turned to Calvin. “But what i he hurts Ms. Henderson?
alvin smacked the back of his head. “Bullying her? Dude, he spoils her rotten.”
Outsiders just watched the show, but insiders knew what was really going on.
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Yann was throwing punches fast and precise, but he wasn’t actually fighting. He was like a peacock showing off his feathers, putting on a full display of his body and charm.
Even the way his sweat dropped seemed calculated–what angle, how it slid down his skin, everything screaming pure masculine energy.
Calvin pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Audrey looking completely mesmerized. She was clutching Yann’s shirt against her chest, her fingers gripping it unconsciously. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes practically glowing, and she was swallowing to slowly that drool was about to spill out
“Damn i He’s so hot. This guy got that perfect ripped physique, Audrey thought. And that intensity of Yann’s made her wonder what kind of stamina he’d have in bed.
Audrey’s heart was hammering, and when Yann threw that heavy punch, her whole body shuddered. ‘Oh no. Something’s definitely wrong with me, she thought.
“Mr. Jenkins, when will I be able to fight like that?” Ivan hadn’t even stepped up to face him, but he was already completely defeated.
Calvin pocketed his phone with a smuggin. “That sparring partner is last year’s regional champion. Kid, you gotta best one of his students first, then challenge him, and maybe just maybe you’ll get to go one round with Mr. Winifred”
Yann stepped down from the ring and walked over to Audrey. He slammed his boxing gloves together right in front of her. “Happy with what you saw? he smiled.
Audrey’s face turned bright red as she quickly pulled her shirt down and stood up. “I need to use the bathroom”
“Gosh, this is so embarrassing!‘ Audrey thought. She’d been having dirty thoughts and actually got turned on. Everything felt sticky and uncomfortable down there.
Just as Audrey reached for the door handle, someone grabbed her wrist from behind and yanked hard. She stumbled and fell into a chest that was burning hot and rock solid.
“That’s the men’s locker room, Vann said.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
