Anastasia

5-Anestasia

Alexander is one of those people that would be the most terrifying people you would ever meet, but handles his loved ones very tenderly. And now because their parents have died and there was no woman in his life, she's the only one he cares about, making him colder to the world and much warmer to her.

"Thanks, boss. You will have everything before the end of the day" and without another word, the phone call was over. She looked at the clock beside her bed and decided it would be a good time as any to get her day started.

After her shower, she took her computer down to the kitchen to write up some emails and transcribe reports while she ate breakfast.

She was about halfway done before her alarm went off, informing her that she needed to get ready to leave for the gym. She wasn't expecting much, frankly, she was anticipating giving her trainer a few broken bones just to spite Alex and tell him he wasted his money. It's been too long since she broke any bones. Somehow, she missed the feeling.

The gym wasn't too far away. She didn't tell her brother where she moved to, just the state, but she was happy about the coincidence. As she walked in, a few men stopped to look at her and in response, she put on her best Mafia boss face that she was taught since she was a todler and went to the front desk to sign in.

"I have a training session at 6." she stated, without any emotion in her voice.

"Okay. you will be with Sean Maddox" the receptionist responded. "Let me get him." she rolled her eyes and turned around to leave but before she could take a step, he was there leaning on the wall behind her with a smile across his face.

"What are you doing, here Annya?"

"Leaving." she grumbled, but he held his arm out to keep her from exiting, clearly not letting her leave before she answered his question.

"The training appointment my brother set up the other day. What's your excuse?"

"I'm a personal trainer. And I actually have an appointment with someone at 6 tonight. You wouldn't happen to know who it's with, do you?" All Annya could do was glare at him. She knew she couldn't back out because it would be disobeying her boss, so she turned back to the front desk operator.

"Is there any way at all I could change trainors?" she asked in a sensual voice, watching the man in front of her widen his eyes.

"Sorry, Ms...Russo, but the appointment was for a boxing session and Sean is the only boxer we have" . Annya mumbled an expletive or two at her brother, and slowly turned around to see Sean with an overexaggerated hurt expression in his face and his hand on his heart.

Annya rolled her eyes and went to follow him as he gave her a tour of the gym. She went into the locker room and put away everything she wouldn't need and went to the boxing ring to see him gather everything to prepare for their session. When he saw her he stood tall with his large arms crossed, as he stared at her like she's something he's trying to figure out.

"What?" she asked, showing her irritation. She was never a patient person and seeing it amuse Sean got her even more heated.

"What are you doing here? You know how to fight." he said, all humor gone from his voice.

"I'm not here to learn. I'm here to improve and maintain and if i learn something along the way, i wouldn't complain" That explanation brought a nod from the large man. He turned to take off his shirt and get the gloves and tape. Annya let her eyes linger on his torso, letting herself follow his dragon tattoo from his shoulder down to his chest, lingering at every muscle in passed, leading to his nicely sculpted abs. When she looked back at his face, he was already staring back, with amusement in his esys.