Nixon

Right. Left. Duck. Right. Right. Duck.

It was the sequence I loved to practice. My merciless attack on the swaying punching bag halted as I decided to take a breather.

I snatched my bottle off the ground and took a large drink. Fuck I was thirsty.

I splashed some down the top of my head and grinned as it travelled down the back of neck and down my spine. That's the shit.

"King," a voice shouted from across the gym.

I shook the water out of my hair, flicking the wet mass backwards and out of my face.

"What?" I replied with a slight hiss in my tone.

The person bothering me was Levi, an annoying prick who, for some reason, did not leave me the fuck alone.

Levi rolled his eyes at my tone before shouting back, "My bets on you, mate! Don't let me down."

I nodded, "I couldn't let you down even if I tried."

And that was the truth. Not to pull my own dick or anything, but I was a bloody damn good boxer.

Scratch that, I was a fucking machine. Once I got into the ring, there was no stopping me. I was an angry man, that much was true. But I was angry man with a shit tonne of boxing training up my sleeve. I've been doing this shit for ten years, and I loved and breathed every second of it.

I threw my bottle to the side and collected my towel off the floor. I wiped myself down as best as I could because I planned to head out into the public today. Vile, I know.

It wasn't that I hated going out, it was just that I made people nervous and that was extremely obvious by their expressions when they saw me. People didn't like being around me and I was fine with that. But, I wasn't fine with the stares and the weird looks I received. And I wasn't fine with the trashy girls that sent me those flirty looks. The whispers amongst the groups of people, as if they didn't know I could hear. Idiots.

Being a champion boxer was big news around here. Everyone knew your name, knew your story, well at least they thought they did. And people talk. Just because you're covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings they think they know everything else about you. Well news flash, no one knew shit about me. I was a private man and I liked to keep it that way.

No one knew me personally except my younger brother. My sidekick. He was my one and only friend. My person. And I planned to keep it that way because fuck people.

I headed off into the communal bathrooms and decided to rinse my body off. I was covered in a layer of sweat and I felt dirty.

I quickly showered and changed into a clean pair of black skinny jeans and a tight-fitted white t-shirt. I wasn't bothered to style my hair so I flicked it backwards and out of my face.

I put all my piercings back in, all seven of them, because boxing with piercings was a no go and I had learnt that the hard way. I even have scars to prove it.

I collected my belongings and headed out the bathrooms.

"Remember what I said, King!" A voice yelled.

I didn't have to look back to know who's voice it was. I continued walking to the exit without a reply.

"Asshole!"

I stuck my middle finger up in reply. Dumbass.

I arrived at my beauty of a ride and threw all my belongings into the storage unit under the seat. I placed my helmet over my head and fastened the buckle. I kicked the stand up as I revved the bike to life and grinned at the sound.

I took off in the direction of my favourite and possibly the only cafe anyone will catch me at. It was five minutes away from the gym so it was convenient, and the tasty food was a bonus.

I swerved around the cars and wormed my way through the traffic. This is why bikes were better. Get to places quicker. No bullshit.

I pulled up at the cafe, parking my bike at the side. I took the helmet off and clipped it to the handlebars, before hopping off and heading through the doors.

I pushed the glass door open and immediately got hit with the wonderful smell of pastry. That's the shit.

My eyes flicked around the cafe. Everyone's eyes were on me.

"Nosy bastards," I muttered.

I kicked the door shut behind me and went to make my way to the register. But not before my eyes landed on a real life angel.

Even though she was seated in the corner of a booth, I could tell she had a petite and slim frame.

She was beautiful. Very, very beautiful.

She had long, silky brown hair that sat just below her round, plump breasts in loose curls. Her tight breasts were extremely visible through her thin dress, I could very clearly see her hardened nipples through the fabric. Her lips, god her lips, they were perfectly plump and such a lovely shade of pink. I wanted to feel them under mine. From my angle, I could see her slightly freckled button nose was small but in proportion to her face. Her eyelashes were naturally long, grazing the underneath of her brows. If only I could see her eyes.

My eyes were trained solely on her, I almost didn't notice the older couple accompanying her at the table.

I couldn't lie, her beauty astounded me. She was unlike any woman I have ever seen. She radiated innocence and purity, the complete opposite of me. Every fibre in me wanted to take her back to my home and love her, love her body. Take her on a journey of pleasure, one she's never been on before.

I wanted to see more of her... all of her.

This was unlike me. Women didn't make me feel anything. They didn't make me feel weak, nor curious. But she did. She conflicted me. Every cell in my body is mean, rough. I wasn't a careful man. I was rough and not just around the edges. Everyone knew this. But she made me want to love.

God, I needed to stop staring at her like a creeper. I shook her out of my head and gave her one last look before making my way over to the register.

Benny sent me a shaky smile and wiped his, what I'm sure were very sweaty, hands on his apron.

I could tell I made him nervous.

"Just my usual," I spoke gruffly, throwing a ten dollar bill at him.

"Y-yes sir," he replied. He placed the bill in the register and rushed to grab the change.

Putting my hand up, I made eye contact with the shaking boy.

"Keep it."

His eyes widened and he mumbled a small 'thank you sir', before stuffing the change into the pouch at the front of his apron.

I patiently waited to the side for my name to be called out.

Not even two minutes later, my name was called and I hurried forward, taking the to-go bag off the worker. I nodded in thanks before whipping around to take a look at that Angel one last time.

She was looking at me. Her eyes were beautiful, just as I had assumed. They seemed to be hazel and they were shining with curiosity. She gave me a slight head tilt as her eyes sensually raked my form up and down.

I raised an eyebrow at her as she stared and her cheeks went a cute shade of red as she looked down at the table.

No, Angel, look back at me.

I realised I probably looked like a dumbass standing in the middle of a cafe staring at a girl like a kid at a candy store, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.

As if she heard my prayers, she looked back up at me and sent me a shy smile that made my knees week.

I internally groaned. This girl hadn't even spoken a word to me and she already had me feeling things.

So, I winked at her and sent her a cheeky smile back before turning around and leaving the cafe.

I'll be back for you, Angel.

And that, was a promise.

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Well, well, well! That's a tiny peak inside Nixon's head ;)

He's a mean boy but I love him

What do you guys think about this chapter? I personally am really proud of how it turned out ^.^

See you in the next chappy!!

Xoxo,
Eden <3