Lucy Smith sat on the couch, staring at the television with extreme boredom. Her boyfriend Chris was laughing hysterically at a show that was dumb as him. She checked her phone. It was almost eleven. She had to go to work the next day. Same ol' thing. Wake up. Cook for Chris, who didn't appreciate anything she did whatsoever. Go to work. Come back home. Cook. Clean. Do the laundry. Clean after Chris again who would come home and just destroy shit for the hell of it. He would always be out late and come back home at weird hours of the night. Only a once or twice did Chris come home drunk and start beating on Lucy. Other times he would tell her how she was ugly and fat and that she needed to lose weight and brag about the other women he cheated on her with. He even complimented their bodies. Told Lucy to step up her game. Multiple times Lucy wanted out. She just wanted to leave Chris. But Chris somehow managed to always have power over Lucy, no matter how hard she tried to leave. Lucy didn't want to be with Chris. But he was like a drug to her. Despite being lame as hell and boring (even boring in the bed), unfaithful, and everything else, Lucy still stayed with him. Lucy didn't want to be lonely but she didn't want to be unhappy any longer. Something had to give. She had to keep herself occupied somehow. There was a local gym that opened up the week prior. A few of Lucy's coworkers had talked about it and said it was simply amazing. Lucy was going to check it out tomorrow since it was Friday and she didn't have to work long.

The next day Lucy went straight over to the new gym after work. The gym was named "Unstable Workouts". Sounded pretty interesting to her. She went in and surveyed the place. It was a little packed. Multiple people working out and sweating like slaves. People practicing martial arts and everything. She then looked around and saw a boxing ring. Her eyes fell on one person in particular in the ring.

One of the boxers looked to be 6 ft 4 in. Muscular and well built. He was drenched in sweat. Part of his hair was sticking to his forehead. His hair was wet and it went past his ears. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only gym shorts that stopped above his knees. He was sparring with someone in the ring. He was pretty fast.

Lucy was staring hard. So hard that she didn't see an employee try to ask her if she needed help.

"Miss? Excuse me miss?" the employee said.

"Oh! I'm sorry," Lucy said.

"That's okay! Do you need any help with anything?" the employee asked.

"Yes, um, how much is the boxing class?" Lucy asked without thinking. The guy in the ring captured her attention. A lot.

"Boxing classes are only $30. Would you like to sign up?"

"Sure thing."

Lucy signed up for the classes then went to the boxing ring to observe a little more.

The guy who captured her attention was still sparring with another person in the ring. Up close, he looked like a chiseled god. Lucy was getting hot just looking at him. The guy stopped sparring for a minute then went into a corner of the ring to chug some water down.

"Alright, that's it for the day," he said.

His opponent then left the ring to go work out somewhere else. The guy in the ring happened to notice Lucy standing there, in slight awe of him.

"Hey," he said to her.

Lucy was almost startled.

"Oh..um, hi."

"How can I help you?" the guy said. He got out of the ring and walked to her.

"Eh...I signed up for boxing classes. Are you a trainer or something?"

"Yes I am. This is my gym actually. My name's Dean Ambrose," the guy said, offering his hand out for a handshake.

Lucy shook his hand. Dean's hands sort of engulfed Lucy's small hand.

"I'm Lucille Smith, but I like to be called Lucy," she said.

"Lucille...Lucy...both are beautiful for a beautiful lady like yourself," Dean said.

"Oh..um..thanks," Lucy said, trying not to melt where she stood.

She looked into his eyes and saw that they were blue with a slight hint of green in them. He had a small beard but it looked damn fantastic on him.

"I would like to also thank you for signing up for the boxing class. When would you like to start?" Dean asked.

"Would tomorrow at noon be alright?" Lucy asked.

"It's perfect," Dean said.

Lucy didn't want to stop conversating with Dean. She kept telling herself that he was only a trainer and that he was going to train her to box. That's it. She wanted to stay fit, healthy, and keep her mind occupied. But part of her was saying that Dean was looking fine as hell and she should dump Chris and just be with Dean forever.

But that wasn't the case.

Still, she didn't want to leave so soon.

"May I ask why did you open a gym?" she asked.

"Oh, I wanted to open a place for people to come to. You know, the usual. Stay fit. Stay healthy. I also opened it for the kids, too. That way they could have somewhere positive to go after school, on the weekends, or during the summer. Guess you could say I decided to help out the community," Dean said.

"Sounds amazing. The place is great," Lucy said.

"Thanks," Dean said.

Dean scanned Lucy up and down quickly with his eyes.

She had beautiful brown skin with black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She had big dark brown eyes. Her body was out of this world. Curvy hips and everything. To Dean, she looked to be 5 ft. 6 in. or so. Just too damn beautiful. He was going to love training her. He hoped she didn't have a boyfriend or anything.

"I'm not trying to sound weird or anything but you are so, damn, beautiful," Dean said.

Lucy almost had a heart attack.

"Oh my goodness! Thank you!" she said. She was at a lost for words.

"Just thought I'd tell ya," Dean said.

Lucy checked the time.

"Ah! I have to go! I'm sorry! But I'll be back tomorrow," she said.

"See you tomorrow," Dean said. "It was nice meeting you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

Lucy left the gym and got into her car. She didn't start the car. She just sat there.

Was she really falling for someone she only seen and met for the past ten minutes?

No. She couldn't.

No. No. No.

Despite being unhappy, she couldn't bring herself to leave Chris.

Once Lucy got home, she, once again, found the house screwed up by Chris.

Chris was an asshole. A complete asshole. Nothing but a beer guzzling, weed fanatic who did nothing but work (surprisingly), come home, and do nothing but berate Lucy and even hit her. But for some reason Lucy kept coming back to him.

"Hey! Where the hell *hic* have you been?" Chris said.

He was drunk.

Go figure.

"I've just been out," Lucy said. "I'm going to lay down."

Lucy tried to make her way down the hall but Chris grabbed her.

"Out where?"

"Chris, let go of my arm," Lucy said, trying to break free.

Surprisingly, Chris did let go of her arm.

"You know what? You are so...god...damn...worthless...you know that? You will...never amount to shit. You are scum. Get the hell out of my face," Chris said. His speech was slurred.

Lucy simply went to the room, locked the door, slipped into her nightgown and laid there in bed for a while.

Now, she really wanted to see Dean again.