Desired by All and He Threw Away 6

Chapter 6 

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Taylor POV 

The internship, the fresh start that I had invested my hopes into now faces uncertainty because I insulted the man in front of me a week ago and walked away from him. 

The air inside the training facility feels heavier the moment he recognizes me. 

His eyes, gray and cold sweep over me in a way that makes my skin prickle. 

He does not need to raise his voice for his words to sting. “You’re fired.” 

Just like that. 

Two clipped syllables. No hesitation. He pivots on his heel as if I’m already erased. 

My chest tightens. For a split second I think I might fold, but I don’t move. Not this time. 

No, I’m not, not after fighting so hard to get here. After sending resume after resume and finally got through. I’m not letting this opportunity slip away from me. 

I plant my feet and grip my clipboard so tightly that the metal clip starts to bite into my palm. I force my voice to be steady. “If you’re letting me go, you need a reason,” I say, louder than I intend to. 

The echo of my voice travels down the polished corridor, bouncing against the white tiled walls. 

A couple of staff members look up, and their expressions caught between curiosity and alarm. 

My throat burns, but I don’t care, I keep going. “You could say I’m not qualified. But dismissing me without even giving me a chance to prove myself? Isn’t that…straightforward bias?” 

The word hangs in the air like a blade. The people within earshot freeze. 

One trainer shifts awkwardly, another clears her throat and suddenly finds the floor very interesting. 

Probably every person in the room once clicked on those posts about Aiden’s family havinga tradition of looking down on poor people and only dating people of their status aka rich people especially those white blondes. 

Even with his PR team, this kind of accusation pops up online from time to time. 

My heart pounds against my chest when his eyes return to me. 

Aiden’s eyes darken. For a moment, I believe he will lose his temper and cut me down with some brutal remark and have security drag me out. Instead, he exhales sharply through his nose the sound is as sharp as a whistle through clenched teeth. 

“Fine,” he mutters. “Massage the old injury. My Lower back.” 

Relief floods me so quickly my knees nearly give way. But this isn’t mercy. It’s a challenge. 

A test designed to watch me fail. I see it in the curve of his mouth, the steel in his posture. He wants me gone, but he wants me to do the work of proving I don’t belong. 

Not happening. I nod once, a quick one but professional. “Understood.” 

We step into a private therapy room, the door softly shutting behind us. 

The room smells of a faint scent of eucalyptus oil, which combines with disinfectant to create an unusual blend of serenity and clinical. 

The therapy table made of padding stands in the middle of the room while surrounded by neatly arranged supplies–rolled towels, bottles of liniment and a hidden storage basket under the counter. 

Aiden starts to remove his jersey without hesitation, then tossing on the chair. My breath escapes before I can stop it. Up close, his body is nothing like the polished, photoshopped magazine spreads. 

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Chapter 6 

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This is raw living strength. 

His shoulders are broad enough to block out the light, while his chest shows defined ridges and his stomach displays muscles that appear as if they were carved from stone. His skin glistens faily as a sheen of sweat defines his muscle structure of deep lines that shape his physique. 

A purple and yellow bruise on his side reveals proof of violence his body suffers from playing on the field. My throat feels a bit dry and every nerve in my body is screaming at me to look away, but my eyes betray me. I stared. 

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