Jayson P. O. V.
After I apologized to Ashely, I needed to leave before I went back and grabbed her and hid her up and deep in the woods, and I won’t let her out of my sight. But then I thought about the mystery girl. I have not been thinking clearly when I am around Ashely, the girl I used to love, and now I don’t know if I hate her anymore. I promise myself I will not fall for her tricks and beautiful face.
Fuck! You know how hard not to fall for her over again. I need to breathe and take a deep, calming breath. But, no, I know what I need, and going to the place will help me with my stress and let out some steam. So, I walked out of the school, started walking towards my truck, and pulled out my phone. I need to see Joe, the old trainer, and my grandpa’s best friend.
So, I started dialing his number.
He answered with one ring.
Hey Joe, is the bag open.” I asked him.
He told me to hold on. He was getting a call.
I told him okay.
So, a couple of seconds later, he returned on the phone and told me to come over, and there were a couple of hitting sacks open. So, I hung up the phone after I told him am coming over.
I HATE THAT I AM ALWAYS IN THIS MOOD that I could hit and take my frustration out on it and not on anybody else.
I hate myself right now for always hurting her. I should stop and forget what happened when I was in middle school.
Damn it! It’s not her fault what happened that day. But, of course, she was trying to tell me that since I wanted to punish her. The person I should be angry at, and hate is my mother.
I don’t want to be hurt again like my dad has been. I could not!
So, I hide my feelings by being a jerk and manwhore. The ladies know what I want, and they know I tell them I am not in this for a relationship. I am saving that for my mate.
But yeah! you’re lying to yourself because you are still playing the field with Ashely, remember. So you won’t let her go!
I heard my inner voice say.
Yeah, I know, okay! Get off my ass, will you!” I told my inner voice. I know it’s not Zane because he disappeared again. But, of course, he did, I thought with an eye roll.
Well, what are you waiting for then? Let’s roll! I heard my inner voice again. So, I open my driver’s side door. I hoped in and started my truck, and I backed out of the parking space and started driving down the road.
At the Gym…
I parked the truck, and I turned off the engine. I took my hands off the steering wheel, and I hopped out and closed the door.
I started walking toward the fighting gym.
Once I walked inside the door, I got hit with the smell of sweat and mold. I know it’s not a good smell, but this is my home. I came here with my grandpa and my dad when I was little.
I wanted to see how my grandpa fought. He was a fighter/boxer.
He was good. He taught my dad, and he taught me before he died. I miss him. I know my grandma she trying to be brave and strong without him. But we both know that’s not going to be easy.
Nate Woods has always been the rock and strength in our family. He always would tell me to be strong and brave and always keep my hands up when your fighting in the ring.
I started walking deep in the gym when I heard and saw kids fighting, and I saw the trainers and coaches teaching and coaching the kids. I kept moving my feet towards one hanging sack hooked in the air. I saw a girl and a boy in the ring fighting. But when I saw the, I cringe when I saw the girl slam her foot down on his crotch. That was when I heard the guy cry out and roll on the ground holding himself. I know I am. I would, too, if some chick kicked or stepped on my crotch where my dick lays inside my pants.
I felt like I should hold on to my crotch and protect it from flying legs and knees. I will hate to hit a girl if she tries to touch family jewels.
“Hey! But you can’t hit a girl! That is when I heard Zane say in my mind. I guess he just showed up.
“Oh, you really think I would hit a girl?” I asked him a question.
He didn’t say anything because I knew he really didn’t believe me I wouldn’t hit a girl.
“Wow, thanks, bro, you really don’t have faith and trust in me,” I told him with a hurt expression on my face.
I heard him laugh. I got upset and blocked him out because he hurt me; what we said to me about he didn’t believe in me if I wouldn’t hit a girl. I won’t; I am just saying in dark humor.
“Jayson! I turned around and saw Joe, my grandfather’s friend, and trainer.
I saw him walking towards me with his gloves over his shoulders like my grandfather did after training.
Don’t cry; stop it. Grandpa wouldn’t want you crying over him.
He always says guys don’t cry. But I cried when my mother left and on the same day when Ashely was kissing and flirting with Robert Stewart that day in the hallway in middle school.
The last time I ever cried was when my grandpa died, and I was there when he passed away.
He was at the gym, and he was locking up. But he was walking in the back towards his motorbike. So please don’t ask because he acted young and didn’t look old or my grandma. That night one year ago. He was stabbed in the chest and back and wasn’t home, so dad and I went out to look for him for a grandma because she and we were worried about him. But when we found him, he was still alive, but he died right on the way to the hospital. So I was in my thoughts when I heard or felt Joe’s hand.
“Hey, son, you okay?” I heard him say. That was when I snapped out of it.
Oh, yeah, so, are there any bags free so I can hit some,” I asked him.
He stared at me, and he knew not to ask any more questions because I am still didn’t open up and talk about my feelings.
How I talk about my feeling and my pain is with my fists.
Right now, I want to hit some feelings out of the bags.
“Damn it! Arabella!” I heard the guy. That was when I knew Brady was in the ring when he got his family jewels crushed.
I didn’t want to laugh, but I heard Brady.
“Brady! Leave me alone,” I heard this red-headed firecracker.
Wow, she is one little fighter. I wanted to chuckle.
Brady,
Brady,
Little man, you better not bug her; she might slam her foot harder on your family jewels, dude. So I thought to myself in the shake of my head. I didn’t want to see that again a guy get kicked and step on their family jewels. I crang just thinking about it now. So I shook my head and started walking away and hearing poor bastard Brady crying and trying to get a death wish with that tiny red-headed girl trying not to hit Brady.
So, I saw the bag, and it was free. So, I needed to train that when I started to punch, hit, smack.
After a couple of minutes, I was hitting the bag, enjoying the pain in my fingers and my fist. Then, finally, I see them; they are all red and swollen, and I can feel a bruise coming up.
When I was about to throw my fist back and was about to hit the sack, I heard my name was called behind me.
I stopped the bag in my hand. That was when I saw behind me.
Brady! I pushed away from the bag so it didn’t come back and hit me in the face.
” Jayson, hey man,” he said with a cocky grin on his face. I knew he was just on the ground and staring at that red-headed with a murderous look, but I always say he wanted the red-headed firey girl.
“Hey, Brady, I see your girlfriend did a number on you,” I said with a smirk on my face. I was trying not to laugh, but watching them two together was so freaking fucking funny.
It reminds me of I and-
Stop it, quit thinking about her. Remember, she is not yours.
You hate her, remember.
I heard a noise behind me. I was still standing in the gym when I saw Brady, but he wasn’t looking at me. Instead, he was staring at the little devil red-headed girl. I saw his eyes following her. That was when I saw her walking towards someone in the gym.
I didn’t know, but I saw this girl hitting the bag, and she was hot.
I licked my lips. I wonder if it’s my mystery girl. But I observed her, and I saw who I was thinking about early.
I walked behind her. I knew she felt me, and that’s when I saw her shoulder shrugged. Once I was close behind her.
That was when I opened my mouth, and I knew she wasn’t my mystery girl and mate, but somehow I wanted to see her more.
“Ashely?” I said behind her, and my lips were so close to her ear.
Fuck! She smells so damn fucking good. I groaned, remembering her taste on my lips tongue; I wanted more.
I wanted to thrust my cock down her throat and make her scream around my cock. So I thought with a cocky smirk and a fucking hard-on.
Fuck Me!!! I stared down at the big tent in my sweat pants, and you could see how excited I was right now. So, I need to hide it.
That was when I had a naughty idea. I grabbed Ashely and heard her cry out and then a gasp when she felt how excited I was between her thighs.