Strictly Taboo(188)

Scott noticed this and the time. He was definitely going to be late now. “Come.” His voice was powerful now, commanding her immediate obedience as he grabbed her hand, bringing her toward his bike. Crystal, seeing what was going on, quickly pulled away, staring him down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded stubbornly, pulling her jacket over her chest, trying to cover up the flimsy bra she wore. Scott’s eyes darted down for a moment, a hint of excitement on his face as he saw her full sized chest nearly exposed, but managed to find the self-control needed to look up into her face one more.

“I’m going to be late for work, come with me. Then I will take you home.” He explained, sounding a little exasperated that she was making him wait.

“I can walk home, thank you.” She said, stuffing her hands into her pockets, her bag snatched away by the thugs.

“You know they are still lurking in that corner over there?” Scott offered his thumb, pointing to a nearby location, cloaked in shadows. Crystal looked over quickly, spotting one of the offending red hoods and bit her lip. If she walked home alone again, they would pounce.

“Fine.”

Scott nodded, getting on his bike as Crystal got on behind him. “Put this on.” His voice was stern once more, another command issued from between his lips that he expected the strange girl to follow. This time, however, she was prompt, putting the helmet on her head and leaning forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, feeling a large amount of muscle lingering there. Her body pressed into his until she was nestled up close. Feeling she was secured, he revved the engine and together they sped down the street.





Chapter 3

Crystal wondered where a man like this worked. To her surprise, they ended up in front of Titan, the infamous UFC arena, located on the outskirts of town. It was rumored that this ring was the place where legends were born, but Crystal had never attended one of these matches. The tickets to popular matches were often expensive and she wasn’t overly interested in the sport to forfeit her needed income.

Scott maneuvered his way to the back parking lot, swiping himself through the barrier gate. He quickly found a parking space and then killed the engine. He waited for the girl to get off, before he grabbed the helmet and held it under his arm as he made his way toward the building, without giving her a word of direction.

She saw no other option, but to follow him, looking around in curiosity. There were few cars in the parking lot and she wondered why he was here so early in the morning. She had only heard of fights occurring late at night, so why was he working before most people even woke up? Nonetheless, these questions remained in her mind as she refused to put them into actual words, noticing his cold countenance. This didn’t seem to be a man who liked to be bothered with questions.

Scott used the same card he had used to bypass the barrier gate, to open up the back door. As they entered the building, the environment shifted and it was obvious they were in a place filled with intense emotions as the sound of grunting echoed through the entire floor. Crystal was in awe as she saw men planted throughout, training with others, looking vicious with their mouth guards and sweat covered bodies, but to her surprise she saw no arena like she had imagined.

Her body continued to follow Scott’s footsteps until he approached a middle-aged man who looked Chinese in origin. The man seemed upset with his pupil, frowning and speaking with him in the foreign dialect, a harsh tone in his words. Crystal wondered what the man was telling him. Scott just stood there, taking the verbal abuse, before retorting, his tongue sharp with the unknown langue. This man knew Chinese? She was surprised. Before his rebuttal of words were over, Scott pointed at Crystal, explaining to his trainer why he had been late. But, of course, Crystal had no idea what he was saying. For all she knew, he could be insulting her.

Soon the men were training, like all the rest. Crystal, of course, felt out of place. She looked around, trying to figure out what she could do. Finding a yoga block in the corner, she walked over to it and sat down, watching as Scott was pushed into a level of intensity that made the other men in the room look like they were slacking.

The Chinese man urged him on, yelling short curt syllables in his direction until he was kicking and punching at the man with such aggression that he almost toppled over his own trainer. “You are ready.” The man finally said in a heavily accented voice. Scott nodded, bowing down to him in an act of respect, before making his way to Crystal, sitting down on the ground, crossing his legs.

“I’m Scott by the way,” he said, taking a swig from his water bottle, drenching himself in the liquid in an effort to cool himself off.