Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
I shoot a warning look at Hayden, but I shouldn’t have bothered—she’s rehashing the party with Kyla, my run-in with Wesley forgotten.
The cafeteria noises fade into the background. I’m so over this. I’m tired of feeling like I don’t fit in anywhere—not even with the people who are supposed to be my friends.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Griff
Spending my day at the gym has become critical to my survival. I’ve always put myself through punishing workout sessions, but this is a whole new level. Other than jerking myself raw, there’s no way to release the pent-up, explosive energy generated from all the time alone I’ve shared with Molly lately.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I push through one last rep. Picturing my Molly’s pink cheeks sends another bolt of lust through me. This isn’t going to cut it. My gaze bounces around the gym. Elliptical? Treadmill? Can I outrun this need?
“Focus,” Remy barks from above me, guiding the bar back into the rack.
“I’m focused,” I pant, wiping the back of my hand over my forehead. Focused on defiling your sister as soon as she gives me the green light.
Guilt forces my attention elsewhere.
“Looking good today, boys.” Aubrey approaches us with a smile on her pixie face and a hand on her hip. What she lacks in height, she makes up for with her sweet personality.
Remy’s mouth pulls into a suggestive smile. “When you gonna leave Sully and run away with me, short stack?”
Immune to his player bullshit, Aubrey rolls her eyes. “Never. But by all means, ask that again when he gets here.”
Not deterred one bit, Remy smiles wider. “I’m just messing with you.”
Ignoring him, she focuses on me—the one who doesn’t harass her every time we work out at her fiancé’s gym. For free. “How are you making out, Griff?”
With Molly, every chance I get.
I cough into my fist. “All right. How’s business?”
“Finally picking back up.” She sweeps her gaze over us again. “In fact, if you’re down for it, I’d like to film one of your workouts for our YouTube channel again.” She gives Remy a sly smile. “You’re two of our most popular models.”
I know for a fact Aubrey says this to everyone she talks into doing a spot on their channel. But Sully lets us work out here for free in exchange for the promotional clips his fiancée shoots, so I don’t hold a little harmless flattery against Aubrey. The woman hustles hard to help her man make his business successful.
I’d like that kind of partnership with Molly one day. When I’m not thinking about when, where, and how to get my hands all over her again, I’ve been searching for the ’71 Malibu Molly wants to restore as our project car.
“Any time.” Remy runs his hands through his hair. “Just let me know so I can look my best.”
Aubrey’s mouth twitches. “You always look good, and you know it.”
He smirks at her, then lifts his chin at me. “I gotta head out. You good?”
“Yeah. Thanks, bro.” I hold out my hand and he pulls me in for a quick hug and slap on the shoulder.
“Catch you later.” He nods to Aubrey, then heads for the locker room.
“Speaking of the channel…” Aubrey glances over her shoulder toward the front door, then focuses on me again. “A woman stopped by looking for you.”
“Me? Here?” I swipe my towel over my face. “Who?”
“A Diane something.” Aubrey bites her lip. “She left a card. She’s from the city.”
“New York City?” Or did she mean Empire, the closest actual city to Johnsonville.
“Yup. She’s a television producer.”
“Why’s she looking for me?”
“Saw you in one of our videos. I looked her up. She’s legit. She’s putting together some kind of reality show for cage fighters.” Aubrey shrugs. “She specifically asked for Stonewall.” Not a surprise. For the public YouTube videos, available for anyone to see, I only ever use my ring name.
Aubrey slides her gaze toward Remy as he disappears into the locker room, then back to me. “She mentioned Remy, but she was the most interested in you.”
“Why? Remy’s a better fighter.”
A brief scowl flickers over her pretty face. “I’ve seen both of you in the ring. I’d say you’re evenly matched and skilled.”
The corner of my mouth quirks. “Is that your professional opinion?”
“Yup.”
Aubrey had never been to an underground fight in her life until I talked her into subbing in as a ring girl for us at The Castle. Sully still hasn’t forgiven me for involving her in our deviant business. But it gave him the nudge he needed to break his rule about dating his employees, so really, he should be thanking me.
Amused by her assessment, I ask, “What’d Sully think of someone coming here to recruit me?”
“He was impressed. Thought it was pretty cool.” She winks at me. “I think he’s proud of you.”