Chapter 3

~~Your intricacy makes me drawn to you. You're a puzzle I'm willing to figure out. Just hand me the pieces to your heart~~

Angelina's POV

I was fuming as I made my way to the ring where Xander stood. I had changed into my training clothes which consisted of my worn out sneakers, some black gym shorts and a grey sports bra. I made sure that I took my sweet time. Who did he think he was to not only threaten me, but to boss me around?

"I'm glad you finally made it Angel. Unfortunately you are ten minutes late," he stated nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes and replied clearly showing my annoyance, "Xander, how many times do I have to tell you that my name is not freaking Angel!" At this point I'd had just about enough with his stupid arrogance.

"Ok Angelina. I've entertained your little tantrums for too long. Listen carefully, my name is Xander and no one talks to me with such disrespect. I'm doing you a favour by being your fucking coach do you under-"

"Now you listen to me Xander. I don't know what led you to the false impression that I cared about your thoughts. I really don't give a damn about what you think. Now are we going to start this session or what?" He was really infuriating and getting onto my nerves. I folded my arms and waited for his reply.

"You know Angel, for someone whose name means something angelic, you sure have a sinners tongue. I wonder what else you can do with that mouth," he slyly replied. He then sent me a wicked wink and just as I was about to retort, he spoke again, "Clearly your mother hasn't taught you anything about having manners and respecting your elders."

At that instant, I was just about ready to murder this man. To say I was furious would be an understatement. I then moved dangerously close to him trying my level best to ignore the way my heart was beating and spoke, "Never talk about my mother like you know who I am. Don't you fucking dare! My mother did a great job raising me and if you ever utter a single word insulting my mother again, I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life behind bars for murdering a man like you!" My heart ached and for the first time in a long while, I felt vulnerable and distressed.

I quickly collected myself, moved away from him and made my way to the punching bag. As I began punching the bag, I kept visualising Xander's face which made my punches more stronger and vigorous.

I hated Xander even more now though I never thought it possible to detest someone to such a degree.

As I continued to thump the deformed bag, I felt cold hands grab me by my waist. They sent electrical shocks down my spine as my hairs stood up in attention.

"Angel, I didn't mean it like that. Look, I'm sorry ok?" he whispered softly in my ear making me blush unnecessarily. "I know your mum raised you well. In fact it wasn't my place to mention her and if it makes you feel any better I'll definitely apologise if ever I get to meet her."

I was slightly shocked. I never took him to be the apologising type. I then turned around so that we were now face-to-face and only inches away from our lips touching. Immediately my body reacted. I just couldn't understand why my body acted the way it did whenever I was close to him? I mean he wasn't the first guy I ever had that close to me, so why was the close proximity affecting me so much?

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves down. "Look Xander, if ever you want to be found dead, talk about my late mother recklessly like you just did. You will surely be a corpse by the time I would be done with you," I remarked.

He replied, "Late? Wait, is she dead?"

I was kind of taken aback by his blunt question. "Mr Harrison, we aren't close friends that I have to reply to each question you ask me concerning my personal matters. So can you just do your job and be a freaking coach!" I don't know why I snapped, but I just didn't like talking about my mum.

I saw a slight hint of hurt brush across his face but he quickly hid it with a small nod.

"Okay then. Let's get started."

And with that, we began our first practise

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After the session, I was completely drenched in sweat from head to toe. Xander was definitely a good coach but I would never admit that to him otherwise I wouldn't hear the end of it.

As I took my bags ready to go home, Xander's masculine figure caught my attention. There he was, in all his shirtless glory, looking so freaking gorgeous. As I finally registered what I had been thinking, I quickly shook my head as if trying to shake off the thoughts that shouldn't have been in my head to begin with. I couldn't believe I was drooling over him. But to be fair, his body itself would make any girl weak to the knees.

I was taken out of my trance when a voice spoke, "Like what you see Angel?"

Even though he wasn't facing me, I just knew his infamous smirk was spread across his face.

"Nope, I've seen way better. I was actually drooling over that punching bag. It's so sexy don't you think?"

Its moments like these that I really wished I was good at lying.

"Whatever floats that boat of yours Angel. And by the way, you are a really good fighter. You just have to polish up your posture. You have a strong uppercut but we still need to work on your hook. Other than that you're not bad," he replied.

I couldn't help but blush because after all, one of the best fighters in the industry had just given me a compliment. I quickly hid my excitement and tried to play it cool by saying, "Thanks. By the way, I'm sorry for snapping earlier. It was kind of rude and maybe not necessary."

"No worries Angel. Now can you go home or do you still want to stare at me some more? I can literally smell your sweat from here," he grinned.

I guess he was still an arrogant ass at the end of the day. As I turned on my heels to head for the exit, he spoke yet again, "Angel, for the next session, wear less revealing clothes like sweatpants and a tank top or even a sweater. I would really appreciate it."

And just like that, he walked out and left me alone- astonished.