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[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HUT IT DOWN [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ I REFUSE TO FEEL ASHAMED AND IF YOU FEEL THE SAME, DOES WAITING REALLY MAKE US BETTER PEOPLE? TAKE THOSE FUCKING HEELS OFF, IT'S WORTH IT GIRL. NOTHING IS WHAT I CAN PICTURE YOU IN. TAKE THAT FUCKING DRESS OFF. I SWEAR YOU WON'T FORGET ME. YOU'LL BE HAPPY THAT YOU LET ME LAY YOU DOWN.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Sweat popped through the pores on the man’s forehead and slipped over the bridge of his nose and down the sides of his face. Both eyebrows were knitted together and his dark eyes were narrowed in concentration as he focused on his target. Fast, shallow gasps of air were being greedily sucked in through his nostrils as he gave himself a few seconds to regain his composure. Then once he felt refreshed from his quick breather, Dominic raised his fists in front of his face again and hunched his shoulders forward. His stance was compact and grounded with his right foot placed in front of the left. After sucking in a quick breath of air, Dominic began laying into the punching bag again. Jab, crossover, hook. Jab, crossover, hook. His right fist darted straight in front of him and dealt a clean punch. At the same time that it sprang back to guard his face, Dominic pivoted on his left foot, turning it inward, and twisted his hips as his left fist shot out and connected heavily with the bag. Then both feet were pivoting outward again and his torso twisted as his right arm swung around in a hard hitting hook. Every time his fists connected with the weighted bag a sharp gust of air was forced through his mouth. The intensity of his independent session blazed hotly in his eyes as he twisted and turned, laying punch after punch into the heavy bag. He wouldn’t repeat the same combination for too long and every so often he would switch up his routine. Boxing was not only a great way for him to stay fit and to keep his fighting technique up to par, but the sport also served as a great release for the stress or anger that weighed down on Dominic. Being able to talk with Mikaela helped Dominic come to terms with his troubled past. Well, almost. There were still certain issues that existed and some kinks that needed to be worked out. By no means was he perfect. His stormy temperament was probably a permanent embellishment of his personality. The hissy fits and mood swings were still there, but since making his relationship with Mikaela official Dominic’s mood generally seemed lighter. Crossover, crossover, kick. Uppercut, jab, right hand. Right hand, double jab, uppercut, jab. Dominic danced around the bag, bobbing and weaving, as he tried combo after combo. Then he abandoned his stance and dropped to the floor. Positioning his arms directly under his shoulders, he straightened his legs behind him and pushed his torso off the ground. Just as he’d done when he was practicing his combos, he exhaled a gust of air each time that he went down into his pushup. Wearing the bulky gloves forced him to perform the exercise on his fists, but it made him become accustomed to the variation. Dominic counted off thirty reps in his head, propped himself up on his hands and knees for a quick ten-second break, then went for thirty more. When he finished he sprang to his feet, gave one last sock to the punching bag, then turned and strolled off the mat towards the wall where his bag was. Heat radiated from his body in heavy torrents. Sweat drenched his shirt, which clung tightly to his body, and his face and arms glistened in the moisture under the gym lights. Dominic sighed heavily as his breathing slowly returned to its normal rate. He unstrapped the velcro straps, pulled off his gloves and tossed them on the floor beside his duffle. His hands were still wrapped, but he didn’t bother himself with taking them off. Instead he opted for peeling the sweaty shirt from his body. Dominic balled up the wet fabric in his hands, set it off to the side, and grabbed the water bottle from his bag. After he popped it open he tilted his head back and began squirting water into his mouth. But his thirst got the better of him so he wrapped his lips around the mouth of the bottle and began chugging down the cool liquid in large gulps. His body was already sore from his workout and he could feel the muscles in his abdominals, legs and arms aching. However, with the soreness came a certain gratification and he welcomed it with the pride of a job well done. When Dominic had his fill, he placed the bottle on the bench next to his balled up shirt and began rifling though his bag for a towel and the extra shirt he’d packed. He paused when his eyes landed on his phone and he retrieved the device from his bag. Presently Dominic had no idea where Mikaela was, but she was supposed to be meeting up with him so she would probably be there at any minute. Still, it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun. Dominic’s fingers dashed over the touch screen as he typed out a message to her: Starving... Taco Bell? With a mischievous grin Dominic set the phone down then pulled a towel from his bag. He knew Mikaela would be less than happy with his request since the greasy food didn’t quite agree with his stomach. Sometimes he liked to make a habit of tormenting his girlfriend just for fun. [/style]

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

YOU KNOW I PROMISED

i'd be worth the wait

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When she left the small cooking school, she hurried through the crowded sidewalks so she could finish some errands before meeting up with Dominic. Using public transportation of this magnitude wasn’t something that she was used to. In LA, Mikaela drove most places or took a cab. In Miami, Mikaela was familiar with the bus as she used it to get around when she was in grade school, but the system was nothing compared to that of New York. Traveling in New York without Dominic was an adventure because she wasn’t at all familiar with navigating the buses, trains, or subways. After a brief and unintentional detour, Mikaela made it to a target and picked up a few things to leave in Dominic’s apartment. Now that they were officially together, she was sure she’d be making more frequent trips to New York. In about a week she would be leaving for Seattle to shoot a few scenes for The Choice. The role was small so she didn’t anticipate having to stay too long. Upon completion of her duties, if Dominic was still in New York filming, then that’s where she would be. There was no point in going back to Los Angeles alone if she had no reason to be there. Now Mikaela wasn’t trying to move in or stake her claim in his apartment, but she wanted to avoid traveling back and forth across the country with items that she could just buy and leave at his place. Datty, Dominic’s best friend and roommate, wasn’t going to like it but she didn’t really give two shits what Datty thought. After all this time, he still hadn’t warmed up to her but Mikaela tolerated him for Dominic’s sake.

As she swiped her credit card at the register, she heard her phone buzz at the bottom of her purse. She pulled it out and shook her head at the message on the screen before responding. Dominic’s gym was only a few blocks away but Mikaela couldn’t let his text go unanswered. If you subject me to that torture, watch how fast 90 days turns into 900. She was bluffing, to a degree. These first six weeks without sex were excruciating. Even the slightest bit of cuddling had become a turn on. They were already halfway through their ninety-day fast but Mikaela wasn’t messing around when it came to Taco Bell. She couldn’t understand how someone could subject himself to an evening on the toilet for some mediocre fast food. If he wanted to indulge then he could sleep on the couch and blow up Datty’s bathroom. It may not have been her place but if Dominic wanted to play then she would have no problem showing him just who he was playing with.

Mikaela entered the gym and found her boyfriend standing in front of his bag, shirtless and sweaty. From the door she got a pretty good side view of his lean, tight frame. She approached slowly, drinking in the sight of his freshly worked muscles. They were even more pronounced than normal, taunting her, practically yelling at her for instating the stupid ninety-day restriction. A lot of women had an aversion to sweat but Mikaela embraced it. For her, sweat symbolized the heat of her hometown, hard work, and good sex. And seeing Dominic drenched in I t reminded her just how lucky she was. She placed her bags and her purse down next to his stuff then tuned to plan a kiss on his lips. Mikaela had to stand on her toes and brace herself with a hold on his biceps. She pulled away slightly but then went in for one more just because, but she made sure it was quick, not wanting to start something she couldn’t finish. “I feel like you made it a point for me to walk in her e and see you looking all fine and shirtless and shit, trying to butter me up for Taco Bell. I’m on to you.” She coked her eyebrow at him before fishing through one of her bags for the sausage lasagna. Thankfully the container was still a bit warm, just warm enough to eat if they ate it now. “Luckily for the both of us, I brought food so we can skip Taco Bell.” She patted his cheek with a frown, pretending to be sorry. “Can we eat in here?” she asked as she retrieved the plastic forks she’d tossed in before she left the cooking class.

TAGS: dani as dominic WORDS: 1,031 OUTFIT: click NOTES: i hate this template attempt and the post is mediocre ): LYRICS: "Someday is Tonight" - Janet Jackson

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