Chapter 10
Chapter ten
PIERCE DAWSON
“One more. That’s a good girl.”
Sandra does another squat with terrible form. I tap her knee with my toe to remind her again that her knee is coming out too far. She does nothing more than wiggle her ass a little.
Forget blackmail.
Forget Beckett leaving me.
This is what’s going to kill me.
Sandra straightens and tosses her long blonde curls over her shoulder. She winks at her alpha and picks up her three-pound weights. Every other alpha and beta working out today is huddling up in the free weights section, giving Alexei and his omega as much space as possible.
“Can we change the music or something? Like Taylor Swift?” she asks.
“No.” I smile and wink at her. “The gym is literally called Metal Heads. We play metal music.” She tilts her head, not getting the connection. “It’s part of the branding.”
Her lips make a perfect ‘ohhhh’. Like branding was the answer to every problem. It is impossible not to note that her lips are perfect. Berry-colored like her alpha has been feeding her strawberries in her nest all day. Of course her makeup is flawless. She is an influencer, so that makes sense.
What doesn’t make sense is her pretending to work out here, in the middle of a lifting gym known for training pro athletes. I had to go out and buy one, three, and five-pound weights just for her. The little pink dumbbells look almost obscene in the steel-gray environment.
We have a good number of omega members, the packmates of athletes we work with, but none look as delicate as she does.
She carefully parts her legs, checking to make sure they are shoulder-width apart. For whatever reason, she always nails that part of good form. She starts in with alternating bicep curls, her butt flexing just a little with the movement.
Yeah, I know, terrible business etiquette to be staring at your client’s ass.
Not to mention a dick move. She is wearing low-rise biker shorts and a sports bra.
No pump cover, and the set is the exact color of her skin.
Alexei is casually doing shoulder presses at about half his usual max.
I cock my head and look between the two.
Alexei offered me an even thousand to train Sandra while he worked out. I would never say no to that kind of money, regardless of how out of whack this was. Alexei isn’t even taxing himself and Sandra? Not a drop of sweat to threaten her makeup.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Is this foreplay?
Some new alpha kink about watching omegas work out?
Holy shit.
Am I in the cuck chair?
Am I doing sex work now?
Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it would be nice to consent to it.
I turn and let them do their thing, stalking across the gym to our hydration station.
I really don’t need to deal with alphas and their kinks today.
I pick my phone up off the charging station and idly flip through my notifications.
Nothing from Beckett, not even in our group chat.
I put the phone down again, or else I’ll be pulling up Google Maps so I can digitally stalk him.
I have to figure a way out of this.
“Yo, Pierce, you sparring today?” Devon’s already in the ring, taping up his hands.
The way I’m feeling right now, the last thing I should be doing is getting into a ring with a client. I pick up pads instead.
“Let’s work on your footwork. Those big, ugly feet still don’t know how to move.”
Devon chuckles, bounces on his toes, and shakes out his arms. A good twenty minutes of someone kicking me over and over will, at the very least, be distracting.
I look over at Alexei and Sandra as I duck under a rope and into the ring.
She’s posing and taking selfies now, having given up on all pretense of working out.
I crack my neck and settle into a defensive stance. “Let’s start with jab combinations”.
He punches. I block. It feels fucking good.