Whyte Empires

Chapter 7

Ashtons POV

Payton flung herself at me in anger, the need to hit something.. or someone had  clearly been building up all morning. I knew the exact feeling hence why i opened the gym while my father had gone ghost.

Payton and i rollicked back and forth, kicking, punching and dodging. we danced a vicious cycle, aiming to hit every inch of unprotected skin she could get at while i stayed in the defense. Panting in exhaustion, I reached out to tap her open jaw side earning me a swift kick the the ribs. Doubling over in exasperation i reached out catching her small fists and pulled towards me firmly. A shiver of anticipation rolled down my spine in pleasure, her tiny frame fitting perfectly against my body, our heavy breathing ringing through the silent room. The mood shifting from frustration to something remotely sexual.

What was this girl doing to me?

"See princess i knew you were a fighter" i whispered teasingly in my ear. Feeling her shiver against me. Shaking off the thick sensual tension that was building up between us Payton pulled away from me and suddenly

Flipped my massive weight over her little shoulder, turning over and straddled my chest. Damn i had to admit the girl was good at fighting, nobody could usually keep up with me in the ring, i kept under estimating the girl.

" If you tell a soul about this, i will make your life hell" she hissed low in my ear causing me to chuckle, Payton was definitely a little spit fire. Finally noting our close proximity and Paytons weight pressed firmly against mine, i spoke up

"Don't worry princess, your secrets safe with me, now get up we got more training to do."

I could see Payton relax slightly as if my reassurance helped ease her mind. I had Meant what i said though, I wouldn't tell a soul.. for now.

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Paytons POV

After another hour of training together, i finally head to the locker room to change out of my gym clothes. Moaning in relief as i stepped under the scalding hot water. I wasn't used to sparing with someone as trained as Ashton.. generally i just trained on my own, or with my father before he died.

A rapid knock on the door resonated through the small space. I was using Ashtons private shower room, even though it was like a large en-suite rather then your typical locker room at a gym.

"One sec!" I yelled switching the water off and grabbing a fluffy towel from a rack. Looking around i mentally smacked myself as i realized i left my extra change of clothes by the ring.

"Stupid Payton stupid" i muttered as i flung open the door.

"Holy shit what took you so long" Ashton complained before sucking in a breath as his eyes creeped up my wet, partially naked form.

"I um i forgot my spare clothes by the ring" i explained, heading towards the bag lying carelessly on the matted floor.

"Um oh go ahead" Ashton smirked leaning against the wall.

"Enjoying the view?" I snapped, i knew he was doing this purposely to embarrass me.

"Quite the opposite princess, I've seen better" he spoke smoothly. Ouch that hurt.

Picking up my bag i walked back to the room and slamming the door in Ashtons face.

I was so sick of this jerk.

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Ashtons POV

God damn woman takes forever in there!

Payton left about ten minutes ago to go shower and change. I usually didn't let girls come to my personal gym let alone use my shower but I figured Payton earned it after nearly beating my ass. That girl surprised me to no end. She was gorgeous and mouthy, could ride a bike better then anyone i knew and she fought like her life depended on it... although maybe it did? I never stopped to think how she was surviving since her fathers brutal death and quite frankly James never mentioned a wife let alone a woman in his life, was fighting Paytons way of surviving?

A soft moan of pleasure emanated from behind the wooden door. I stiffened at the sound, holy shit was it damn near throwing my body in over drive. Images of Payton wet under the shower made my thoughts go wild. Feeling frustrated i angrily pounded on the locker room door.

"Hurry up in there!"

"One sec! Her soft voice yelled behind the door followed by incoherent muttering.

The door flew open and the scent of coconuts flooded my nose, gaping i stood stunned.

In the doorway Payton stood wrapped in a towel, wet and glowing from the heat of the shower. Her face was crimson as she bashfully looked up and met my gaze.

"I uh forgot my spare clothes by the ring" she stammered with embarrassment.

"Oh uh go ahead" i pointed leaning against the wall watching her gather her things.

God forgive me for any mistakes i may make, i silently prayed, Payton looked so sexy in this moment i couldn't stop myself from checking out her figure shamelessly. You wouldn't think Payton all shy and blushing was something that suited her feisty demeanour but damn it made her look innocent and enticing.

She was a god damn temptress.

"Enjoying the view?" She snapped as she walked back towards me, clearly embarrassed.

Internally groaning, i pushed aside my lustful thoughts. I could solve those later tonight, right now i couldn't allow myself to get involved with Payton, we needed her for the rest of the original deal.

"Quite the opposite, I've seen better sweetheart" i quipped back. Throwing myself back into the emotionless monster i was used to being.

SLAM

The metal door rattled on its hinges as she slammed the door to the locker room shut, quickly changing and then storming out of the building.

And all i did? I watched her leave. I had one job to do and that wasn't getting involved with a ghosts daughter.