The Regular Show Muscle Man Novels & Stories

The man had a stout build, with a big grumpy ball of fats all around his face and protruding stomach, he came closer, with a dark smile. I inwardly examined myself, the tingling in my body from my fight in the training session today, was still going round my body. I smiled, The big man, lunged at me, but he was so slow, the smell of heavy alcohol reached me even before he came. I shifted, stretching out my legs, tripping him. The man fell on the nearby table, shattering it completely. The eager crowd waiting for a show looked on with shock on their face.

Who gets into a fistfight in a full suit and tie on a weekend? As he shrugged out of his shirt, my breath caught slightly. All those early morning gym sessions had definitely paid off. The man could have raked in a killing as an Armani model if the whole billionaire CEO thing ever fell through. It was a frankly magnificent display of lean muscle and clean lines. I also marvelled, anew, at the fact that this man, who always appeared so gentlemanly and city-sleek, could also throw a mean right hook. My thoughts flickered, unbidden, to Cary. Was he injured too? Sitting alone in that dark cabin?

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already storming out the door—typical Juan. He thought by shielding me from the world, I’d stay his obedient little sister forever. The villa was only a short drive away, tucked behind tall hedges with string lights glowing from the backyard. Laughter and music drifted through the air, along with the faint scent of barbecue. It was bigger than I’d expected—practically a mansion with a pool lit up in neon blue. Everyone looked like they’d walked straight off a magazine cover. Half of them were tall, tattooed, and built like walking mountains of muscle. The other half were girls in tiny dresses, laughing too loudly.

Jessica has really been nice to me and she's made me feel so relaxed about the whole situation. I walk to the living room with Jessica behind me. "Thanks Jessica" "Jess" she corrects for the umpteenth time today. "Thanks Jess" "Let's go" Nathan orders. Nathan is wearing a button up shirt and dark denim pants. His hair is perfectly styled as usual and his well trimmed beard makes him even more handsome. His lips tug into a smirk "Are you done checking me out?" He tugs his hands in the pocket of his pants. My cheeks redden and I stare at the floor. "Isn't Jess coming?"

Seconds after she said that, a strong-looking and muscular man—who was wearing a pair of sunglasses—suddenly walked forward from behind Jenny before saying, “Oh? This brother here’s a master? With how thin he is, I’m sure he must be extremely skillful!” Obviously into fitness, the man then added, “I apologize for not noticing a peer earlier! Speaking of which, I’m the general manager of the Styraburgh Entertainment Club, and I’ve also been the champion of the Jenna Province Fighting Champion for three consecutive years in a row! Hahaha! Regardless, why don’t we shake hands since we’re peers?” After saying that, the man instantly straightened his neck, creating intimidating cracking sounds. S

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There were a few more laughs and then a man around six feet and nothing but muscle stepped out into the field. In a show of intimidation, he removed his t-shirt to show off his muscles and tattoos. He flexed and the crowd expected her to decline. Instead, she toed off her shoes. Celeste walked out and looked at the tattoo on his shoulder. She admired the line work and how it seamlessly transitioned from chest to back and then down the arm. “Takes a real man to get a tattoo this big,” he told her with a wink. “Pers!” Celeste smiled as her brother doubled over in laughter.