Chapter Twenty
Tyler
That was, to say the very least, un-fucking-expected. In addition to the fact that I actually had a good time, not only with Ashley but also with her father, who seemed to be completely different in his own element, my stepdad had actually made me feel like he wasn’t just banging my mom.
For the first time, probably ever, considering my actual parents never gave a shit about one another, especially my mother towards my father, I felt like I belonged to a real family. I had fun with my mother, my stepfather and my smoking’ hot stepsister. What’s even better was that I went through the entire day and didn’t piss off any of them.
That was definitely a first and I was pretty damn sure I wanted to try to do something like that again.
I was honestly amazed at how much I felt the connection I had with these people throughout the entire day. Even my mother wasn’t useless, which was also a first. She was a very good sport. She held the bags for everyone, didn’t complain and actually looked like she was having a good time watching her family have fun, instead of just trying to think about what exactly it was that her family could do for her.
However, once the touchy feely day was over, it was back to business as usual; after all, I still had a reputation to uphold. Player and family man are basically polar opposites and I knew exactly where my priorities lay.
Surprise or not, it still was only one day in a lifetime that I had made for myself and therefore, the next morning, I got up bright and early in order to make my way to the Y for my work-out before any other family activities got in the way.
The last thing I needed anyone to think was that I had actually enjoyed myself the other day. Even if only the people who were supposedly closest to me were to find out, I would have a big problem on my hands. If they thought that the day before was anything but torturous for me, they would want to include me in other pussy family outings and that wasn’t going to fly with me. I needed to have my own freedom and if they started to get all up in my business, then my lifestyle was going to go down in flames real quick.
I figured I would disappear for a little while, to show them that what happened the other day was in fact a one-time deal.
So, as I went through my daily workout routine, I focused on getting my head back in the game and pursuing my goals, as they pertained to getting my stepsister in bed.
On the plus side, I couldn’t deny that having her there with me at the amusement park hadn’t gone well. She mostly stayed with her father, reveling in the newly forming relationship that I was sure wouldn’t last, but I stayed with the both of them, encouraging and enlightening the mood with my presence.
I had done one hell of a job figuring out what I needed to do in order to help close the gap, at least for the day, between my stepfather and his daughter, which in turn made me look like a hero; and if there was any doubt at all, that was definitely what I was going for.
Even though I didn’t woo her enough to sneak into my bed when we returned home later that night, I did feel as though I had a good chance of reclaiming her trust. She seemed to be happy with me again, having helped bridge the gap between her and her father and I was ready to take full advantage of that situation.
I smiled as I thought about what it would be like when I finally made up her mind, while I bench-pressed enough to make my arms begin to shake.
After pushing myself to the limit, I sat up and momentarily felt dizzy, as blood was able to rush back around my body again.
Then, when the haze of sweat and slight disorientation finally left my gaze, I saw someone I certainly didn’t expect coming my way.
“Ashley?” I said as I stood up, sweating profusely.
“Hey, Tyler,” she said with a smile. It was clear that, without a bead of sweat on her, she probably hadn’t started working out yet, but my mind began to wander to what she would look like, glistening with the fruits of her workout, her neat ponytail now completely amiss and tight ass shaking as she made her way into my arms.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, shaking the thoughts out of my head and trying to make it sound as though I didn’t believe she was welcome here.
“I’m just trying to get a good workout and I figured I would try out your haunt.” She shrugged. “It looks like it is doing wonders for you.”
With that, she began to stretch and I thought of trying to discourage her from being here, but I quickly realized that probably wouldn’t work very well to my advantage and therefore, I just smiled at her and shrugged. “Yeah, well, there is also a lot of skill and precision that goes on. There is no gym in the world that will make you look like the fucking monster that I have built myself up to be if you don’t actually know what you’re doing.” I sneered at her in a teasing way.
“Fucking monster,” she repeated, sharing my smile, “So, is that what you aspire to?”
“No, that is what I am,” I answered confidently and she giggled. I cocked my head to the side and replied, “This is a big place. You could get lost. Would you like for me to show you around?”
“That’s not necessary,” she said, shaking her head, but I grabbed her hand and turned her all the way around to face me in a way that I knew would get her attention.
As she gazed up at me, I raised my eyebrows and returned a toothy grin. “Oh, but I insist.”
Instead of being freaked out though, she just narrowed her eyes at me and moved her head to the side before she answered, “So, I guess you weren’t really asking me then, were you?”
“Nope, but then again, I think it would be fun to spend a little quality time with one another. You sure seemed to enjoy it yesterday and come on, you and I both know that you didn’t come all the way to this gym just to try out the equipment.”
She shrugged and snatched her hand back from my grasp before she smiled at me and answered, “Well, when you make such a convincing argument…”
“I thought I would,” I agreed. “What the hell are we waiting for?”
Even though it was obvious that she had come here for me, which was encouraging, I wondered why she insisted on hiding that to start. The thought had crossed my mind that she was just trying to play hard to get.
After all, when a woman goes from hating the very fact that you exist to showing up at your gym to see you within a matter of twenty-four hours, she has to have some kind of saving grace. She sucked at it, but I had to give her props for trying.
So, without making her wait any longer, I started to make my way through the gym as I enthusiastically showed her around. It was a big gym with a lot to see, which made my life a little bit easier, especially when I was sincerely trying to figure out how to make her stay with me longer so I could lay on my charm even thicker.
Then, we made our way to a billboard in the gym, which had the announcements of everything that was going during the week. I usually wasn’t interested in it, unless there were competitions which I hadn’t seen yet, but I figured a woman might be interested in the foo-foo offerings that the otherwise stable gym had going on in rooms where I wouldn’t be caught dead.
However, when I showed her this, she immediately gravitated towards a sign that I didn’t expect and hadn’t seen before.
“Hey Meathead, this looks perfect for you,” she said at once, pointing toward the sign.
“Yeah, I’ve done those competitions before,” I answered, trying not to act as interested in it as I really was. The fact that I had not seen it first bothered me, but the fact that she knew me that well was something that I thought was interesting. In fact, that was the most encouraging news I had received from her in a long time. Still, I played it cool. “There’s really no fucking contest anymore though. They used to interest me, but then they became increasingly boring…”
“You’re going to enter,” she insisted.
“No,” I scoffed at her, “I’m not.”
She shook her tight ass, which looked even tighter in those yoga pants and glared at me with a challenge in her eyes as she said, “Then, I’ll sign you up and you will have no choice but to do it or risk the world thinking that you are…” she smiled in an evil way, “to use your words, ‘a fucking pussy’.”
“You’re a bitch,” I responded quickly, almost as though it was a kneejerk reaction.
She shrugged, unfazed before answering, “I know,” and turned around to write my name on the signup sheet.