Dante King.
He's always had a knack for getting under people skin and finding out who they are but he is a man that can't dish what he serves. He's had his gym for 12 years, trained his boys for 8 of them. Being an ex-marine, medically discharged...
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Running my fingertips through this piece of paper for the thousandths time, I don't know how it hasn't ripped or just deteriorated in my hands.
9 days I've been contemplating calling her. Even if it is just for a good time but I need more, my soul needs more. I feel fucking horrible. I lean back on this rickety old chair I've had since I bought this place, I really should get a new one. One wrong move and it will break under my weight or some else's.
"Come in" I say to the loud fucking knock on the door.
Xavier walks in with a boyish, shit eating grin on his face, "Would you like to knock any harder, the door is still on its hinges."
His grin never leaving his face, he takes a few strides to sit on the chair in front of me. "Next time coach, don't worry" he says while winking at me.
I lean my head back, contemplating why I still do this and why I do put up with this. But I remember my dream and the pleasure I get out coaching and the distraction it gave me when I needed it.
"Dante, coach. You good?" he says right next to me. I didn't even hear him move.
"Yeah I'm good Xav, thanks" I say giving him a small smile.
He leans against my desk, next to the photo frame. My smile was so wide then, my eyes so bright. My mums' eyes shining bright, not even looking at the camera but at my dad. The love just pouring out of that picture. I can't even fathom what she felt and still feels. I really should call her and maybe go round for dinner. I think we both need that.
"You called your new ladey friend" Xav asks while his face contorts into self disgust before I can even say anything.
"What the hell. There is 17 years between us and I have never said young lady before. Your grandpa talk is coming out hella early" I say laughing so hard I'm scared for a stitch.
"To answer your question no I haven't, I've put it off. I'm 37 years old and I can't even call back a stunning women, who obviously left this so I would call her." I say trying not to get a headache from the god damn stress of calling her.
We have amazing chemistry; the sex literally spoke for itself. The number of times I've wanked over the memory of that night is embarrassing. The marks on my body have nearly all gone meaning her would of as well. I wonder if she's touched herself thinking about that night, it would sure make me feel a little better about my own masturbation habits.
"Well coach, if you wanted my opinion, which I know you do, I think you should call her or a text something. Even if it is for another night but ask her on a date so we can all meet her and just make you look better with all the stories we could tell" he says while smirking. I know the stories and I certainly don't think it will make me look sexier or cooler.
He gives my shoulder a light squeeze before he leaves giving me a lot to think about. How is that kid 20, all the guys here under 23. I am the oldest one here and you bet the guys never forget that by pointing out every grey hair I have ever had.
I pick up my phone, opening a new contact. Putting her name in and her number.
I ring.
I wait.
Until I hear ringing in the studio, must be a coincidence.
No answer, 'please leave a message after the tone.'
Well, maybe it wasn't meant to be. It wasn't written.
The knock on the door brings me back, Micky's head pops through the door, "Coach we have a little issue with the kids and the mums, could use your handsome face" he says while giving me his biggest smile, even seeing his gold teeth.
I take a deep breath to prepare myself for the yummy mummies. The absolute best part of my job. Taking steps out of my office, I see a blonde woman talking very passionately to Xavier, her arms are flaying around trying to get her point across, which doesn't work, Xavier's face is black
I step further seeing a dark haired woman crouching down in front of a little boy. Grey, he's a good kid, 9 years old with the brightest green eyes I have ever seen. Hes mute or so we believe he has never said a word to any of us, his guardian who is a man said this why he signed up for this kids class. I have never seen his mother.
I see her whispering in his ear, consoling him. He looks like he is breathing heavy, swaying even.
"You need to kick that child out, he is a nuisance and a god damn freak!" the blonde women scream at the top of her lungs, making everyone wince apart from the mother consoling the child in question.
Now she is definitely going be out and her child, those words should never be used towards a person especially a fucking child. I uncurl my fists, feeling the burn of my nails into my palm.
I see the women slowly rise keeping one of her hands on her son's head, "Don't ever say those words ever and don't ever speak to my son again, otherwise you will regret it." as soon as the first word comes out of her mouth, I know its her.
Lyra.
She slowly turns to the blonde women who is trying not to show how much those words affected her. The venom out of Lyra's mouth is surprisingly magnificent.
Grey is clutching her trousers so tight I feel like they might rip in his tiny hands. What the hell is going on. Her body slowly turns to me, her deep coffee eyes meet mine. The recognition is immediate.
I turn to the blonde women, whose name I have no interest in knowing, "Ma'am you need to leave this building please take your son, if needed I will give you a call" I say, seeing her face drop along with her mouth.
Before she can think about replying I see Carter picking up her bag that she must have dropped and slowly guiding her out. I take it her quietness is due to her embarrassment.
Turning back to Lyra and Grey, I see him peering from her legs. He has obviously calmed down hopefully enough to tell me what happened. I have no fucking clue how I will do that.
"You feeling okay there buddy" I say in the softest voice I can. Even though I can see his little green eyes swimming with tears, he slightly nods.
I slowly take myself back to normal height, not wanting to frighten him. I'm met with Lyra staring at me with an unreadable expression on her face. She looks the same as 9 days ago but with little more clothes, the olive silk dress she wore. But here with brown suit trousers, brown suit jacket and a white t shirt paired with a pair of trainers it appears.
She obviously sees me smirking at her choice of footwear, giving me a little scoff. "Dante" she says, God that shouldn't sound so erotic as it does but by god does it out of her mouth.
"Lyra" I say, letting my mouth curve into a tiny smile. "Why don't we take this to my office, we can talk about what happened and sort it" meeting her gaze.
She clears her throat "Yes, I think that would be the best" she states in a timid voice, which is different.
I point my arm out to the left, finally considering that the boys are still here. Staring around I seem them all grinning or smirking. Even Theo, which makes me feel uneasy. I give them all the finger before turning to place my hand on Lyra's lower back. Guiding her to the office.
