Page 74 of Wild Thing
First, Greg's warning, now Steven's threat?
“Last time I checked, fraternizing with a client is a conflict of interest. People have been thrown off projects for less. Or even worse, terminated.”
The thought of Dylan losing her job because I knocked this fucker out made me pause. The rage under my skin simmered.
I let go of his shirt, but not before giving him one more hard shove into the wall. “Fuck you, Steven.”
Steven smoothed his shirt out, before turning to leave. “Thanks for letting me in, Braxy boy. I’ll be seeing you.”
Twenty-One
BRAX
Iwas at war with myself.
Blasting Slaughter to Prevail in my headphones, I readjusted my boxing gloves, before unloading my frustration into the punching bag as hard as I could.
Jab-hook-hook.
I pictured Greg and Steven’s faces.
Jab-jab-hook.
Fuck them. They don’t know shit.
I pictured my face.
I drove my knee into the bag.
There was no way around it. I needed to tell Dylan the whole truth about Ally. I couldn’t risk Greg telling her. I didn't think hewould betray my trust, but it had sounded like he was throwing out warning shots.
Hook-hook-hook.
I continued to punch, knee and kick the shit out of the boxing bag in the hotel gym, like this physical punishment would somehow alleviate all of my problems.
Maybe if I hit the bag hard enough, I’d knock some sense into myself. I hated keeping secrets.
Especially from Dylan.
Jab-jab-jab.
I’ll end things with Ally and then tell Dylan everything.Dylan will understand why I kept certain things from her. Right?
Jab-jab-knee.
My inner critic wasn't letting me off the hook that easily though. The harsh self-talk continued.
You’re still lying to both of them. You’re a liar and a cheat.
Hook-hook-knee.
Punish. Punish. Punish.
The sweat was pouring off my body as I gripped the top of the boxing bag. Resting my head on the hardened bag, I sucked in a few deep breaths.
God, what am I doing?
My thoughts drifted to Ally.
