Fearless by Amarie Avant

Author:Amarie Avant [Avant, Amarie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2017-07-24T05:00:00+00:00

The speed-punching bag torpedoes at top speed. My fists slamming down on it rapidly as Kendrick Lamar’s newest rap blares in my eardrums.

It's been nine weeks since Zariah and I've jumped into the deep end. We've gotten around from The Griffith Observatory to fucking faces on the “It's a small world” ride at Disneyland. Since she and her father are fans of the Lakers. I got court side tickets to the playoffs in April; it wasn't till the second quarter that her dad texted about not being able to make it.

Besides that there's been no more resistance from her father.

Benny, one of Vadim’s Gym’s employees catches my eye.

I pull off one earphone while one handing the bag. “What?”

“You got visitors.”

“Who?”

“How should I know?” He cocks his head to the front. “Fans probably. I made them stand at the front desk.”

I glare at him.

“Whoever they are, hurry them along, Vadim isn't happy with you.”

My eyebrow cocks.

“You weren't here yesterday to workout. Matter fact, looks like you've eaten well. Remember how much you hated getting down to weight as a rookie?”

“I'll make weight,” I snap.

“Sure, the belt can sit across from you in the sauna as you pedal.”

“Fuck off, Benny,” I huff, imagining the sauna suit clinging to the sweat on my skin. Duct tape to lock in every entry point while I'm coasting on a bike in the sauna. I shake my head imagining my title belt draped across the sauna seat. At least that will be new, I haven't had to shit pounds and shed water in at least a year or two.

This is what love does to you. Makes you soft. Makes you lenient.

There's nobody standing at the front desk, beach goers are biking or skating by on the pathway outside, so I step out the double doors to take a look.

There's a dude in a suit, puffing on a cigarette, next to a blond chick in an ultra-tight dress, who is chatting on the phone. They look out of place, with the beach as a backdrop. I start to step back inside when the suit notices me.

“Karo, Karo!” He smashed the cigarette into the steel bike rack.

“Vassili,” the blond corrects, hanging up her phone without so much as a goodbye to whomever she was speaking too. “Mr. Vassili Resnov, I'm Jennifer Pruit. This is my business partner, Dale Landry.” She has a business card between her fingers in a half second.

“Talk to my manager.” I shrug her off, but the bitch still has her fingers extended. “Ms. Pruit, save the card for my manager.”

“Have you heard of Power Water?”

I stop dead in my tracks. This newer line is blowing Smart Water out of the motherfucking water these days.

“Let’s do dinner tonight, Mr. Resnov. Bring your manager. Bring a date.” Jennifer’s blue orbs lock onto mine as if she's imagining riding my cock.

“All right, I'll do both.” I address Dale only, hopefully she can see that my only interest is Power Water. Besides, this past week training camp for

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