Ashtons POV

A smug grin  creeped across my face as i raced down the freeway, Payton close behind me. The blaring music drowning out the sound of  passing traffic. I merged lanes between cars recklessly trying to keep ahead of the black bike and its attractive rider. Eventually i was forced to slow down, reaching the end of my stunt driving rope, two cab drivers going the same speed in both lanes were currently refraining me from staying ahead of my little game.

Looking out my rear view mirror, my smirk dropped into astonishment at what i was seeing.

Payton lifted her bike up onto a wheelie, down the freeway, giving me the finger before zooming between the two cabs down the dotted yellow line and pulling out ahead of me... my triumphant grin was wiped right off my face leaving me dumbfounded. This girl didn't cease to amaze me.

Finally the yellow cab in front of me pulled away. Taking my chance i slammed my car into second gear gaining ground on Payton. I was enthralled with the way she drove that bike and had the balls to do it in short shorts no less... she was probably freezing with the exposure. Although i wasn't gonna, complain the sight of her butt peaking through those shorts were definitely something else. Feeling myself getting rather distracted

i sped up in front of her quickly signalling and taking the next exit off the freeway towards the heart of the city.

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PAYTONS POV

I took the gloves from him gleefully, boy was he in for a surprise. Letting out a little giggle i climbed into the ring not bothering to change since i was still in my gym clothes.

"Alright princess, show me what you got" Ashton taunted as he bounced on his toes and rolled his shoulders.

Dropping my hands i burst out laughing, he was really asking for an ass whooping wasn't he?

"I'm not gonna go guns blazing and throw the first.." i started to say before a clean punch to my gut knocked the wind out of me.

No fucking way. Ashton Whyte just fucking punched me.

"Look princess, i don't like to hit girls but in the ring there are no exceptions.. i don't like hitting your sexy ass but if you were in the ring with anyone else they wouldn't give a second thought to killing you." Ashton explained while he waited for me to gain back the air to my lungs.

Anger. Pure fiery anger. Coursed through my veins, of course a small part of me flushed at his admittance to thinking of me as sexy but i was too angry to care at the moment. Standing up with a chilled expression on my face, i turned to face Ashton. Smirking he nodded his head "ready to start?"

I flung myself at him in frustration, the need to hit something.. or someone had built up all morning. Back and forth, kicking, punching dodging we danced, aiming to hit every inch of unprotected skin i could get at. Panting in exhaustion, I twisted around and quickly dodged a punch aimed at my jaw. Landing a swift kick to Ashtons exposed ribs, doubling over he caught my hands and pulled me firmly against his toned body.

A shiver of anticipation rolled down my spine in pleasure, our heavy breathing ringing through the silent room. The mood shifting from frustration to something remotely sexual.

"See princess i knew you were a fighter" he whispered teasingly in my ear. Shaking off the thick sensual tension that was building up between us.

annoyed at the weird shift between us i flipped him over my shoulder, turning and then straddled his chest, "If you tell a soul about this, i will make your life hell" i hissed in his ear causing a low chuckle to emit from his throat.

"Don't worry princess, your secrets safe with me, now get up we got more training to do" the look in his eyes were confusing to me, it was a cross between a promise and anger? Either way  his expression helped ease my anxious mind, he knew now... i only hoped the truth didn't come back to bite me in the ass.

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Ashtons POV

We walked into my gym, surprise clear on Paytons face.

"So your rich huh?" She questioned seemingly surprised.

"Yea something like that" i muttered back, if only she knew how my family made most of its fortune. She would probably kill me.

"Um where are we going?" She asked almost hesitantly as i lead her past all the equipment and other fighters.

Sighing i lead her to the doors of my personal workout space. "My personal ring" i muttered again.

This girl was messing with me, its only been a day and i was already slightly annoyed that the other guys sparing in the gym were blatantly checking Payton out.

Thats why i took her to my personal ring, to have some time with her without distractions.. try to assess her for myself. I summed up my feelings towards her attractiveness and the need to protect her because of who her father was. Nothing more, i was Ashton Whyte, women come and go, nothing a good lay wouldn't get out of my system.

"Alright princess show me what you got" i grinned, as i helped her into the ring.

I stretched lightly rolling my shoulders and bounced on the balls of my feet to warm up slightly.

"I'm not gonna go guns blazing and throw the first.."  she started to say before  i swiftly sent a punch to her oblique, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. I didn't necessarily like hitting girls especially ones that were fine as fuck, but in the under ground you didn't have a choice.. it was kill or be killed in some circumstances.

She looked at me with shock.

"Look princess, i don't hit girls but in the ring there are no exceptions.. i don't like hitting your sexy ass but if you were in the ring with anyone else they wouldn't give a second thought to killing you." I explained while i waited for her to gain back the air to her lungs.

Wait, did i just tell her i thought she was sexy out loud?... i needed to get laid later.

Payton stood up with a murderous glare on her face. If looks could kill I'm sure i would probably be dead right now.

Anticipation Coursed through my veins, i watched in fascination as a cold mask slipped over her pretty facial features. She was angry. I knew there was more to Payton then she let people see, however i wasn't expecting the smart mouthed, full of life, feisty girl to switch into such a cold emotionless woman i had seen fighting at the underground. I knew the feeling though, the dark, cold rage seeping from her once bright soul. Fighting was her outlet just as it was mine.

Smirking i nodded to her "ready to start?"