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  The girl turned around, and I laughed because it would be my fucking luck. Staring back at me was the girl with fuck me eyes from the parking lot the other night.

  She had on another big t-shirt, but now, being closer to her, I could see it was more boobs than fat. She was a curvy little thing. I’d give her that. Her long hair was the perfect length to tie up and yank on while fucking her from behind.

  Her pretty little lips that I could picture sliding up and down my cock, turned down in disgust. “You,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

  I shrugged, proudly showcasing my arrogance. “I know. How can you be so lucky?”

  She let out an exaggerated breath. “Lucky wouldn’t be the word I choose.” There was a hint of sorrow in her tone that made me think the sarcastic banter wasn’t sarcasm at all.

  Her hand brushed at her curls, tucking them behind her ear, and revealing more of her face. Her cheeks were clear, and I wanted to see her blush again like the other night. I stepped a little closer, lowering my voice. “You don’t seem as embarrassed as you did the other night.”

  Instead of blushing, she narrowed her gaze on me and landed her hands on her hips. The gesture pulled her shirt in, revealing her hourglass shape. A few workouts with me, and she’d be on her way to being the next Kim Kardashian.

  “That’s because I realize I wasn’t the one caught with my pants around my ankles.” The sorrow was gone, humor touching her words.

  I laughed it off and leaned over to the weights to pull the pin out, brushing her arm with mine. She jumped back from me as if I hurt her. Her eyes filled with fear, and I held my hands up. “Sorry. I was just trying to change the weight.” I motioned to the weights, and she nodded, stepping out of my way.

  I placed the weights at fifty pounds and pointed to the machine. “Get on the machine and show me what you have.” I always liked to test my clients’ strength so I could design a workout that best fit their abilities, especially when I had douchebags come in telling me they could deadlift three hundred pounds when it looked like the only thing they were lifting were cheeseburgers.

  I wasn’t here to stroke anyone’s ego or put them in the hospital. Inside these walls I was a trainer, not their mother or their opponent in the cage. I was paid to get them in shape and as long as they were honest with me, I was good at my job.

  She stood there like a damn statue like I had all day to wait for her to decide if she wanted to sit her ass down. “Sit,” I said with a little bite in my tone.

  She shook her head and stepped back. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

  Jesus, she looked like she was going to cry. We hadn’t even got started yet. If she couldn’t handle me telling her to sit then maybe she was right. Maybe this session was a mistake.

  She went to walk away, and for some reason I couldn’t let her go. I wrapped my hand around her forearm and she jolted. I released slowly, realizing she didn’t like to be touched. We’d have to work on that. I moved in front of her so she couldn’t run out on me,

  Her eyes met mine, taking me by surprise for a second. I’d seen them before, but never this close. They weren’t just fuck me eyes, they were the most insane shade of gray. She smelled of flowers and innocence. She glared at me, and I had the urge to bend her over the machine, and shove my cock deep inside her. That would never happen, if I let her walk out that door.

  “Look,” I said trying to control my tone. “You’re obviously here because you want to get in shape, tone up, whatever, and I’m the best trainer you’re going to find. You don’t have to like me; you just have to listen to me. You do that, and I guarantee you’ll see results in no time.”

  Curvy girls weren’t usually my thing, and neither were brunettes, not that I’d ever kick them out of my bed. I preferred rail thin blondes, but there was something about this girl that I couldn’t shake. I kept imagining what she would look like naked on my bed spread opened wide and waiting for me to fuck her.

  I shook the thought off and watched as her lip lifted like she was about to tell me where I could shove it, but then it flattened back into place. She crossed her arms under her tits, giving me a glimpse of how big they were, ‘D’ cups if I had to guess. What I wouldn’t give to bury my face into them. She lifted her chin. “Fine. What’s your name?”

  “Viper.” I never told girls my real name, and they never cared enough to ask what it was.

  “Viper?” she said as more of a question. “I’ll work with you on one condition.”

  Normally, I’d walk away. The only conditions I worked under were my own. But I was intrigued. “Shoot.”

  “I’m not and never will be one of your whores. Don’t ever expect to fuck me in the parking lot.”

  I slowly moved closer to her, so I wouldn’t startle her again, and leaned into her ear. “Oh baby, if I was going to fuck you, I’d bring you somewhere fancier than a parking lot.”

  She jumped back.

  I smiled. “You need me. So what do you say? Deal?” I held my hand out and waited, expecting her to hightail it out of there and never come back. It would be for the best because there was no way I’d be able to keep this promise.

  She shocked the shit out of me when she grabbed my hand, causing my dick to harden at her touch. “Deal.”

  Fuck, I was screwed.

  Chapter 4

  Brooklyn

  After my first session, I checked the backseat of my car then got in and let out a breath. It felt as if I’d been holding it from the minute I walked into the gym. I didn’t want Nixon to know that I knew exactly who he was. I didn’t need his ego getting in the way of our training sessions, so I played the clueless girl.

  I was used to playing a role anyway and it was easy. Until his arm brushed mine, and the panic I’d spent months trying to suppress, bubbled to the surface. He was going to touch the weights, not me, but my mind imagined his hand wrapping tightly around my arm. His fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, leaving bruises in his wake.

  The way he held his hands up, the flash of confusion and hurt on his face when I flinched away from him, calmed my unsettled nerves. But the panic had already set in and it wasn’t something I could easily fight. The walls felt as if they were caving in on me and I needed to leave.

  I thought I was too damaged to move beyond the past that broke me. Then he stood in front of me, dark eyes determined, the slightest tilt of his lips when that determination met my gaze full on. A softness appeared then before slowly drifting to something I never witnessed before. He looked at me like I was there, living and breathing in front of him. I was so used to people looking through me, and for years that’s exactly what I wanted, but today someone saw me, he saw me, and it felt good to be noticed.

  It reminded me that I was here for a reason. That fear is what started me on the journey and by jumping off the path before I even began would be me completely giving up. I was done giving up, done letting fear win and one look from Nixon reminded me of that.

  He was everything I wanted to be. He was strong and confident and I wanted him to teach me how to be both, I wanted him to show me everything he knew. In order to do that, I needed to crawl out of the frightened pit that consumed me. I needed to let Nixon do his job and in order to do that, I needed to trust him.

  It was a hard pill to swallow. My recent encounters with men didn’t give me much hope in the gender, but thoughts of my father filled my mind. Dad was a good man and God did I miss him. He was proof that not all men were scum. He tried to warn me, tried to protect me and I didn’t let him.

  I inhaled, pushing the memories to the back of my mind. The past was done and over and there was nothing I could do about it. The future on the other hand hadn’t been written and I had the chance to make it my own.

  The gym door opened and I watched Nixon walk to his overly flashy orange Mustang with black racing stripes. He bent in and grabbed something before straightening. His eyes caught mine and the old me would have quickly snapped my attention away, pret
ended to be focused on something else, but I didn’t want to be her anymore.

  Instead I offered a wave and pulled out of the parking lot, hopeful for a future as bright as his car.

  Chapter 5

  Nixon

  My phone rang, and I looked down, smiling when I saw my agent’s name flash across the screen. It was about time he got back to me. I only had one fight on my schedule and I wasn’t happy unless I had at least three to look forward to.

  “Sal, talk to me, baby.”

  “I got two fights set up for you. Both next month, one at the beginning the other at the end. One in Reno and the other in San Diego.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. Who is it?”

  “Tanker and Biggs. You’re going to have to drop seven pounds to go against Biggs so stop with the carbs and beer two weeks before, so you make sure you hit weight. We don’t want to take any chances.”

  “No problem.” I was used to dropping and gaining weight. I didn’t need two weeks. I could do it in a week, but Sal worried about every little fucking thing. I told him he needed to take some Xanax, or he’d be dropping dead of a goddamn heart attack before he hit forty.

  “There is one other thing.” The tone of his voice turning serious.

  I didn’t need the dramatics just get to the damn point. “Yeah?”

  “Seth ‘King of Kings’ Kingston’s agent reached out to me. He wants to set something up.”

  “And you’re just telling me this now?” Seth was the Brian “Brick” Johnson of the South, and I’d been dying to get in the cage with him. He was an arrogant douchebag that talked more smack than a twelve-year-old girl on the playground. I wanted to pummel his ass. Declare another victory and get my name traveling across the circuit more than it already was.

  Nobody got to the top by standing still. Each victory brought me closer to my ultimate dream and I was ready to take down whoever stood in my way.

  “Book it,” I said.

  “Here’s the thing. Seth is known to harass his opponents. Find their weak spots before a fight and use it against them. And I’m not talking about a bum knee or a strained shoulder. He gets in their heads, and plays mind tricks, getting their focus off of the fight.”

  No wonder people were so scared to fight him. Fucking pussy. If he needed mind games to win, then taking him down would be easier than I thought. “Lucky for me, I have no weak spots,” I spat into the phone.

  “Everyone does,” Sal said. “Family?”

  I practically laughed into the phone. “Hate them.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  I had no idea why Brooklyn popped into my head. I barely even knew the damn girl. It was probably because she told me she’d never be one of my whores. Women didn’t cast me aside, they fought for my attention. Or maybe it was because she was first on my schedule today. Either way, it didn’t matter. I had much more important issues at hand.

  “You’ve known me for over a year. Do you really have to ask that question?”

  “A girl from the past? Some deep dark secret you’re harboring?”

  Never had more than a casual fling with a girl, and I didn’t do secrets. At least not secrets that could be used against me. “Book the fight, Sally D.”

  “I’ve told you a million times not to call me that, Viper.”

  “Then stop acting like a goddamn chick, and book the fucking fight already. Let me worry about the rest.”

  “Alright, fine. I’ll call his agent back and see what his schedule looks like.”

  “Now, was that so hard?”

  “Fuck you. I’ll call you when I have more info.”

  I hung up, slid my phone back into my pocket and headed into the gym. I needed to work out a meal plan for Brooklyn before she got here. In our last session, she had told me she wanted to build up her strength, and shed a few pounds. I wasn’t sure how much she had to lose since her clothes were so fucking baggy and she refused to get on the goddamn scale. She swore it had nothing to do with me seeing because she didn’t care if I knew her weight, but she didn’t want to know what it was. I told her she made no fucking sense, but she wouldn’t budge.

  So I sat at the desk, guessed she was 5’3 155 pounds, and, because she said she was a waitress and on her feet for a good portion of her day, I aimed for a 1400 calorie diet. I wrote it all down and finished just as she walked in the door.

  I was so used to seeing girls in spandex and barely-there outfits that I kind of found Brooklyn’s baggy shirt and sweatpants… cute. Undressing her would be like a present because I’d have no idea what I’d be finding once the wrapping was gone.

  “Morning,” I called out, and she actually smiled. It surprised me at how it lit up her entire face. It was like she was a different person. Who knew that hiding beneath the scowl was a beautiful face? A face that made me think of peaches and cream. She wore no make-up yet her complexion was flawless. Made me want to touch her to see if she was as soft and smooth as I imagined her to feel. And her lips were lightly glossed and looked so kissable I wanted to sample them to see if they tasted as good as they looked.

  What the hell was I thinking? I didn’t do sappy. I was not that guy. Yet here I was waxing poetic about this chick who made it perfectly clear she didn’t want me.

  I shook my head as I left the desk and waved a finger at her to follow me. Time to get my head out of my ass and put her through the paces. I walked over to the treadmills. A little cardio today would be good to help her shed some weight before we started working on building her strength.

  “Get on,” I said, and typed in her estimated weight. I chose a random workout, so she’d get a mix of speeds and inclines. She started, and I stepped back, enjoying the view, as her tits bounced when the speed picked up.

  Some douchebag a few treadmills down slowed his run and started staring at her chest. Anger surged through my veins, and I wanted to fucking knock him out. I had no idea why. I’d seen a million guys stare at a million different girls, and it never bothered me once. I usually understood, and nodded in agreement, admiring their bodies with the asshole.

  This time, I crossed my arms over my chest, flexing my biceps, and turned to the douche. It took him a minute to pull his attention away from Brooklyn, but when he did and spotted me, he quickly grabbed his towel and took off to the locker rooms.

  I was about to follow him in there and teach him some fucking manners when Brooklyn clapped her hands together, knocking me out of my rage. Sweat coated her skin, and I wondered how hard I’d have to fuck her to get the same results.

  “Done,” she announced, and then downed the water from her bottle.

  I got my head back in trainer mode. “Not bad. I thought for sure you’d be gasping for air and sitting on your ass halfway through.”

  Her gaze turned dark, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “I don’t pay you to be a dick.”

  “No, you don’t, but lucky for you, I throw it in for free.”

  She grabbed her towel and patted her face, ridding herself of that just fucked glow. “If I was only as lucky as you claim me to be.”

  That sadness I noticed at our first session, flashed across her face, but it was gone just as quickly. I wasn’t one to engage my clients—or anyone for that matter—in deep conversation. I didn’t care about other people’s personal lives, so I did what I always did and fucking ignored it.

  “What now?” I was grateful she asked before I did something fucking stupid like ask her what was wrong. “I mean is that all you got?” she joked, which was a big mistake. If she wanted to see all that I had, she was going to see it. Not today. She already started out too easy. I would show her everything I had, though, and in the end, she’d be begging for mercy.

  I nodded to the far corner. “Let’s do some squats and a few weight machines, then call it a day. But fair warning. Next time, this session will feel like a walk in the park.”

  She stepped up to me, surrounding me in that flowery scent of hers. “Bring it,” s
he said with a determined lilt in her tone.

  I made a mental note to work her to her breaking point next time. “Consider it brought.”

  Thirty minutes later, she finished her workout and took off. A second after she walked out the door, I realized I forgot to give her the menu plan I created. I ran out after her and found her at her car.

  I grabbed her arm. She froze and her entire body went rigid.

  “You forgot your meal plan,” I said, and her tightened muscles relaxed beneath my touch. Jesus, she was jumpy.

  “I was hoping I’d get away without it.” She turned to face me, a smile on her face. I could tell it was fake though. It didn’t light up her face like the smile from earlier.

  I did what I did best and ignored it. “You should know I would never make it that easy.”

  “Thanks.” She plucked the menu out of my hand and shoved it into her pocket.

  She had parked in the same place as the first time I’d seen her, and I laughed at the memory.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “Nothing. Just, the last time you were in this spot, you caught me in a compromising position.”

  “Thank you for the reminder. I’ve been trying to erase it from my memory.”

  I leaned against her door frame, squeezing into the small space between her and the door. She acted like it didn’t affect her, but I could see the red slowly creeping up her neck into her cheeks. “Doubtful. I bet you got off on it.”

  Her eyes widened for the briefest of seconds before she gained her composure. “Oh yeah. I went home and immediately started playing with myself.”

  A vision of her sliding her finger into her dripping wet pussy popped into my mind. I licked my lips at the thought and wondered if she would feel and taste as good as I imagined.

  “Are we done here?” she asked and went to push past me into the car.

  “Yes.” I reached out and brushed a stray curl back into her ponytail, wanting so badly to turn her around and show her what ponytails were really made for. “Unless you want to rescind your condition.”