Chapter 36 His Desire - Part One

• Oliver's eyes snapped to me, while the head security, Ron, straightened in his place. The color of Oliver's face drained as he stared at me.
• At the center of the vast gym, there was a boxing ring. And Syl stood in the middle with a heavy black leather punching bag before him. As if sensing my presence, his fist stopped in the mid air. His whole stance tensed.
• Sweat glistened his bare back, those dark brown locks that touched his neck were wet. Lowering his fist, he stepped back from the punching bag that was oddly shaped, not smoothly straight. Those wide sculpted shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took.