Tough Girl

Chapter 6

Amy was still asleep when I entered the garage through the backdoor in the kitchen to check on my bike as I offered that Amy can take my car for time being until her car is fixed and I will take my bike. I had a lot of fond memories with my bike before and after my injury and surgery. I just to stop riding it every day after I got my car.

I worked through my bike checking every small detail and making sure that it was cleaned from unnecessary dust and oil before getting on the bike and starting the engine. The bike rumbled between my legs like the first time I bought it, a smirk appeared on my face as the adrenaline started to pump through my vines at the feel of it.

I turned the key switching it off, I climbed off and reached for a cloth to wipe off my hands, when I realized that a car pulled up in our driveway. I walked towards the entrance while rubbing my hands clean. "Morning." The person greeted climbing out of his car. "Morning." I greeted back watching Juan walk up to me.

"What can I do for you?" I asked. "Is Amy home?" He asked. "Yeah, she's probably getting ready by now," I answered. "Come on." I lead him to the backdoor that leads into the kitchen where we found Amy dressed for work and making herself something to eat. "Morning." I greeted entering the kitchen with Juan on my heels.

"Hey." She greeted back in the middle of turning around when her eyes widened when they fell on Juan. "Juan? What are you doing here?" She asked surprised. "You have been ignoring all of my calls. So I came here instead." He answered.

O-kay. This was my queue to leave.

"I'm going to take a shower, my car keys are on the counter, the tank is full and ready to go." I left the kitchen and advanced up the stairs to my bedroom.

I took a shower, got dressed, and made my way back downstairs just to find the house empty. I grabbed my bike keys, helmet, and also made my way.

I greeted everyone on my way into my shop and continued making my way to the back where the kitchen was and the rest of my staff. "Morning, everyone!" I greeted smiling. "How is our ten tier cake?" I asked hanging up my biker jacket and placed my helmet down on my desk before going back into the kitchen.

"We did the tiers apart and thought we could stack them at the customer's wedding." My head pastry chef suggested. "And our birds?" I asked walking around the kitchen. "Done. We are just going over the detail." I nodded. "Good, we have 4 hours left before we have to get the cake at the reception." I rolled up my chef jacket sleeves up to my elbows.

"Alex, Mrs. James is here for her appointment." I nodded and turned to my team and head pastry chef. "Finish up here, get the tiers into the truck, and finish up the birds. I'm just going to help out Mrs. James and then we'll leave." All of them nodded and moved around starting to assemble everything we are going to need.

I exit the kitchen and walked over to the table where Mrs. James was seated at. "Morning, Mrs. James." I greeted. "Ah, Alex. So good to see you again." She replied smiling. Mrs. James is one of my regular clients. She has been with us since our opening.

She found out she was pregnant a few months ago and her bump was sure growing by each day. "You probably know why I'm here." She said rubbing her baby bump. "I can guess," I replied. "We are having our baby shower in a few days and we want a gender reveal."

"You want me to make you a cake that would reveal the gender of your baby at the baby shower?" She nodded looking ecstatic.

She then pushed an envelope towards me. "We haven't taken a peek." She said. "Even though I'm dying to know if I'm having a baby girl or boy."

"Do you have anything in mind?" She shook her head. "I trust you to come up with something brilliant."

Mrs. James left after a while. I started drawing the outside lines of my idea for her gender reveal cake. "Alex, we have to leave in a few or we are never going to get there on time and assemble the ten tier wedding cake with two peacocks," Ingrid said.

"Yeah, sorry. Mrs. James wants a gender reveal cake." I stood up and showed her my drawing. Ingrid studied the sketch and nodded. "For when does she wants the cake?" She asked as we made our way to the back. "By next weekend," I replied slowing down when I saw my mother entering the Patisserie.

"Mom?" I asked surprised. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you."

"Mom, I can't. I have a customer to get to. We can do this when I get back."

"Alex."

"Mom, this is my job. I can't just drop things." I started to follow Ingrid into the kitchen when she spoke up. "I saw Eddy." I looked at Ingrid. "Get the truck so long." She nodded and walked off. "I saw him and her too, mom." I turned to her. "He wants to talk to you."

"And I'm not interested. He is like water under a bridge. Now I really have to get going." I grabbed my things and walked over to the door where Ingrid was waiting for me in the truck in front of the shop. "He said he just wants to talk." I ignored my mother and exit the store. I got in the truck and let Ingrid drive us over to the wedding reception which turned out to be beautiful.

We entered the building and started to assemble the ten tier wedding cake. We decorated the cake as planned and finished up the final details. "So, Eddy is back," Ingrid muttered. "Yes. And my mom is insane if she thinks that I am going to sit down and have a talk with him. And listen to him apologize." Ingrid nodded.

"He was a fool." I nodded.

"I think we didn't do a bad job for a ten tier cake," Ingrid mumbled while taking pictures. "I just hope she likes it or else we are not getting the rest of the money."Ingrid snorted. "As if. Our work is absolutely amazing." I agreed. We packed up our things and headed back to the shop.

I finished up my day and headed over to the gym. I tried to avoid a certain hot male working it out in the ring with his coach. I continued making my way across the gym towards an empty bench.

I worked out on the bench for a couple of minutes before going over to the punching bags. A few punches to the bag and I felt better even when my lungs begged for a fresh breath of air and water. I toweled down my face and took a sip from my water bottle.

I started to make my way over to my locker when I voice cut in. "I have a feeling you are trying to avoid me." Without thinking or watching where I was going I turned around and tripped over something. I went down like a sack of potatoes. "Oh s**t!" He exclaimed rushing over to me.

"Why is it that every time we meet, I end up falling over something and making a fool of myself?" I asked lying on my back and holding my hands over my eyes. "I would say it is because of my good-looks but then I will be only lying." He answered.

I removed my hands and found him hovering over me. I don't know why I was surprised when I found him smiling. "Need some help?" He asked holding out his hand to me. I placed my hand in his and let him pull me up. I groaned as I got onto my feet. "You okay?" He asked concerned placing his hand on the back of my head.

"I don't know if I should focus on my throbbing ankle or my spinning head," I replied. He looked at the floor immediately. "You tripped over a kettlebell." He said. "A damn kettlebell took me down." A thing that is supposed to be harmful takes me down in less than a second. He chuckled. "Probably my fault." He admitted.

"I'm not avoiding you." He quirked an eyebrow. "You are just a gym junkie?" He asked. "Kind of yeah," I answered.

"Have you ever been inside the ring?" He asked. "I had my fair share but for now I'm just trying to stay fit and giving the newbies a chance."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised because you almost got me on my ass." I snickered. "Tony is one hell of a coach. No one forgets what he taught you." Ryder nodded. "My dad is pretty much the best coach I've had."

"What. Hold up. Tony is your dad?" Ryder nodded pulling up his shoulders. "And he used to coach you?"

"My dad is one of the best. He got me into UFC. I'm thankful to have him in my life."

"Tony is one of a kind."