Page 61 of Brutal Boxer

It didn’t make sense.

I didn’t dare look her way. All I could think of was her lips on my left peck and the scent of her watermelon lip gloss left on my chest. It might have been a brief encounter, but feeling her lips and hands ignited my engine.

After she left the room, I rubbed the lip gloss off with my thumb. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Like a lame-ass, perverted, prepubescent teenage boy, I licked it off.

No shit, a zing had shot into my dick, forcing me to pace and calm the hell down before I left the room. Then I nearly crashed into her in the hallway.

At that point, I was royally screwed.

Until today, I’d refused to believe I was doomed. Deny, deny, deny, right? I tried like hell. Even slept with Libby that one time to prove Aspen meant nothing to me.

I was a goddamn fool.

My efforts were all for naught.

Aspen Crosby had been the only woman to hurt me. It should’ve been easy to get over her, but I never had.

Stupidly, I wondered if she’d gotten over me.

Of course, she had. We’d both moved on in our lives.

I’d been content. I had my club, my hog, the gym, and more pussy than I could ever want. In my spare time, I was an MMA trainer.

I had a great life. Didn’t need her disrupting it.

The spiteful side of me wanted to show Aspen what she’d missed out on. Fuck, did I want to make her regret her actions.

Aspen glanced my way at the same time I peered at her. She averted her eyes, just like me. What were we? In high school again?

I wished I could read her mind. Had catching me naked turned her on, the way it had me?

“Did you all have enough to eat?” Jill collected the plates.

“I’m good, baby.” Wolf patted her ass as she dropped a kiss on his lips. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. Aspen did it all.”

Some unseen force pushed me to my feet. “I’m good.” I took my plate to the kitchen, where Aspen filled the sink with soapy water.

“Those were the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Thanks for cooking.” Who was I? What was I doing?

Aspen’s eyes shot to mine, her mouth slightly open. It made me swell with pride, knowing I affected her. She didn’t say anything, only took the plate from my hand.

I gave her a slow wink. “Hollywood, you’re with me,” I shouted on my way to the front door.

“Okay, boss.”

More than ever, I needed to clear my mind, get the taste of her lip gloss out of my head and shake her sweet voice out of my ears.

This forced proximity was hell.

I’d endure it.

And come out on top.

Time to embrace the hate. Aspen Crosby,Snow,was everything I didn’t need or want.

So why in the fuck did I just flirt with her? I needed to cut this shit out.

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