Williams's POV

The burning in my chest was almost enough to distract me from the mess inside my head. Almost.

I increased the ramp on the treadmill and propelled myself harder. Feet pounding, muscles on fire, it always worked. That was how I lived my life. There was nothing I couldn’t accomplish if I just pushed hard enough: school, career, family, and women.

Shit. Women.

I shook my head and increased the volume on my iPod, hoping it would distract me long enough to get some fucking peace. I should have known it wouldn’t work. No matter how hard I tried, she was always there. I closed my eyes and...