Teasing Phoenix novel Chapter 2

I had no plan on coming back to this place again after what happened in my life years ago, but after almost six years, here I am. I’m back. In fact, I even bought establishments and a house. I can’t stand staying at our old house—it only reminds of a tormenting past.

I was surprised to hear from my father’s lawyer that I was included in his Last Will. After what I did to him, he still considered me as a Williams. There’s still a part of me that still hated him for what he did to Mom, to my family, and to me. Hate is a strong word, but it did change my life.

After working for my brother’s company for four years, I started my own business for three months now. When I bought the new house in Hillside, I know I will be staying here for a long time.

I bought three establishments and made a few changes; from staffing, interior, foods, menus, and supplies. I’m surprised by the profits for three months. I guess I made the right decisions after all.

When I check my watch, it was time to go to the gym to release the tension in my muscles. I haven’t fucked anyone since I moved in here. I’m surprised at myself that I’m able to last this long without jerking myself off.

When I was in New York, I always get laid when going to a bar. There was always a willing woman for a one-night stand. I don’t like relationships since my college girlfriend for two years cheated on me to a hockey player. I guess she wanted a puck. I played football in college for three years until I injured my shoulder and lost my chance for NFL drafting.

The gym isn’t far from my house and the traffic here is not so bad, unlike in New York. I’m also planning on buying this one if the owner is interested in selling.

“Phoenix, are your ass ready to get kicked?”

I look and grin at Garrett already wears his gym gear. “Kick my ass? Or I’ll kick yours?”

Since I stopped playing football, I buried myself in kickboxing out of frustrations—it did help me a lot, but I never competed. I had already injured AC joint, and I’m not gonna add another injury to myself.

“Let’s start, shall we? Don’t you need a warm-up, Phoenix?” He smiles and helps me wrap the bandage around my hands.

Then I shake my head.

“Let’s start then,” he says, and I position myself.

He’s a kickboxing trainer. I’ve known him since we were just kids, and he never left this town. Now, he’s engaged to his girlfriend, Maya.

After a few tackles, punches, and kicks, I’m already sweating and catching my breath. My muscles ached, and I’m drained, but he doesn’t look exhausted at all.

He chuckles when I raise my hands up to give up.

“Fine, you just kicked my ass. You must be taking steroids. How come you’re not drained?”

He laughs. “Phoenix, you may be doing this for years, but this isn’t your job, and I do this for a living. But I’m impressed, you’re really good, man.”

“Thanks.”

“So, how’re your businesses? Are you planning on buying this one, too?” He motions his finger around.

“I’m interested in this place actually.” I remove my bandages.

“Good for you, man. Are you seeing someone?”

I look at him, creasing my brows. “Not interested. I have businesses to run, not looking for someone to ride on.”

He laughs. “Still brokenhearted Phoenix, I see. You never moved on.”

I shrug. “I moved on already since she cheated on me, but I never found someone worth my time.”

He pats my back. “Okay, then. We can grab a drink sometimes. How about dinner at our apartment? I’ll invite some friends so you can meet them.”

“Of course, just let me know. And I wanna meet who made you a pussy-whipped.”

“She would love to meet you.”

“Thanks for tonight, Garrett!”

After taking a shower, I change to a shirt and faded jeans. I head down to the parking area that only a few cars left. I place my gym bag inside the trunk and lock it.

When I walk towards the driver seat, I notice someone leaning against the car who looks like crying. As I walk closer that’s when I take a good look. It’s a woman.

“Are you okay, miss?”

She jumps.

When she turns to look at me— Shit! She’s really crying.

Fuck!

She’s beautiful. Her blonde hair looks messy while staring at me with wide blue eyes. Jesus, those eyes!

Pain and surprise glint in those innocent blue eyes. Her nose is small but cute. She has high cheekbones.

Fuck me!

With her red full lips hanging open, a small cut with a trace of blood on her swollen lower lip catches my attention.

I want to touch and kiss those lips, but I want to kill someone who hurt her as well. I don’t notice my hands are already forming into fists.

She blinks many times, then clears her throat. “Um, yeah, I’m okay. Just lost my way while I’m uh, upset.” She smiles timidly.

“You look hurt. Your lips are swollen and there is a cut and still bleeding.” I point my finger to her lips.

She touches it with her finger and looks at it. “Yeah, my asshole of an ex kissed me and bit my lip.”

My blood boils in my body, and I clench my jaw harder that my teeth will break at any moment.

Releasing a huge breath from my nose, it makes me calm a bit. I want to know who her ex is and punch him on the face till his eyes pop out from his head.

“No wonder he’s your ex. How did he even become your boyfriend in the first place if he doesn’t know how to treat a woman like you? Don’t you want to file a complaint?” I look at her with sympathy.

Suddenly, the memory of how my father hurt my mom flashes back in my head.

She shrugs. “He called me from a frat party to pick him up and send him home because he’s drunk and can’t drive anymore. So, because I’m stupid, I fell for his please and drove him home. He didn’t go out of my car, instead, he kissed me. When I pushed him away, he kissed me again and bit my lip. I threatened him that I would call the cops, but he said his dad is a lawyer.”

When she crosses her arms against her chest, it makes me suck a breath because she has the gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen with a little cleavage is peeking out from her two unbuttoned shirts. She looks younger and a foot shorter than me.

I walk closer and sit beside her at the hood of her car. “He’s really an asshole. I see you have bad tastes in men.”

She laughs.

Jesus, my cock jerks inside my jeans.

I look at her when she sits beside me. I smell citrus with vanilla, maybe her shampoo, and she smells good.