The Agreement: A Brother's Best Friend Fake Relationship Romance by L. Steele

Author:L. Steele [Steele, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

30

Cade

"You sure are taking your frustration out on that thing, hmm?" JJ Kane smirks at me from behind the punching bag.

I’m at the gym in the 7A Club. Being back from tour means I have a few weeks off before I need to report back to the team’s fitness sessions. Doesn’t mean I’m going to slack off when it comes to working out. For an athlete like me, my reflexes and fitness levels are what set me apart on the field. It means the difference between being good and being great. And considering I’m pushing thirty, it’s even more important to keep myself in top form. Which means, working out, at least, three hours a day. I could use the gym at Lords, but after being on tour for eight months with the same set of men, I don’t want to see their faces again for a while, so 7A is the perfect escape.

If only I could also dissuade my friends and acquaintances from coming by and saying hi.

I scowl at JJ, hoping he’ll get the message and leave. But the wanker merely widens his grin and nods toward the speed bag. Okay then. I gather my strength, then ram my left fist into the punching bag, then the right, then the left again and the other. I keep at it until my biceps burn, my triceps scream in agony, and my shoulders protest. Sweat drips down my temples and clings to my chest planes by the time I pant to a stop. My chest rises and falls as I take a step back.

"Not bad." JJ snatches up the towel I dropped to the ground earlier and hands it to me.

I nod my thanks and wipe my face before balling it and throwing it back at him. Without any change in expression, he hangs it around his neck, then beckons to the mat. "How many sit-ups can you do before you collapse, you reckon?"

"Many more than you can, I reckon," I scoff.

JJ’s smile widens. "Not a competition, ol’ chap."

"Life’s a competition, then you die."

"Ah, the confidence of callow youth. If only you realized life’s a marathon, not a sprint." JJ says on a sigh, then adds, “And sometimes, it’s a relay race.”

"I’ll let you get on with the marathons and relay races. Give me hard and fast and on my own any day, except when it comes to sex, of course."

I prowl toward the exercise mat I used earlier, then throw myself down on my back. I stretch out my legs, and JJ holds my ankles. I begin my sit-ups, and his grip tightens to stabilize me.

"How’s Abby doing?"

I frown up at him, but don’t interrupt my rhythm. "What’s it to you?"

He laughs. "Simply being polite."

"Well don’t be," I snarl.

"You’re possessive about her; that’s good. You’re going to need all of that aggression to fight off the suitors."

"Suitors?" I pause half-way up my next sit-up. "What do you mean, suitors?"

"You do know she’s a mafia princess?"

"She’s disowned her parents."

"But have her parents disowned her?"

This time I straighten.

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