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"So do I," he responded, his grey eyes flickering over to me as I walked into the boxing ring, leaning against the ropes. "They're thinking of trying to wake Gen again."
"Woah. . ." I said in surprise, seriousness in my voice. "How do you feel?"
"Good, I guess," Gage replies, licking his lips. "I just hope it will work this time. Third times the charm."
"She'll be fine, Gage," I honestly told him, "don't doubt it." He gave me a small, thankful smile as he put on some boxing gloves, sighing to himself.
"What did you want to tell me?"
"I like someone."
Gage looked at me in utter surprise, his jaw dropping. "For real? Who? Are you back with Vanessa?"
I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her name. "No. Not her. Someone else."
"Shit, seriously? It's not just fucking, is it?" Gage asked, his eyes widened as he looked at me in astonishment.
"No. .I actually like her," I confessed, a soft chuckle leaving my mouth as I thought of her sweet smile, her kind face, her contagious laughter. The woman had enchanted me. All I thought about was her. Only her. Nothing but her. Just her.
"Who is she? I haven't seen you with anyone," Gage obliviously questioned, his eyes filled with wonder. "Jeez. ." He chuckled, his eyes studying my face. "You're hooked."
"She drives me crazy," I confided, shaking my head in disbelief as I thought of he beautiful, mesmerising woman. I chuckled, shaking my head. "She's just. .perfect. I haven't even known her for that long but it feels like I have. She's funny, kind, beautiful, caring. All I think about is her. I've never felt this way about anyone, bro."
"Sheesh," Gage chuckled, a small smirk forming on his face. "Got you wrapped around her finger. Alright, who's the poor girl?"
"You know her."
"Do I?" Gage asked, curiously, his face confused. "Not Vanessa. . ."
"Ciara?"
"No."
"Rachel?"
"Definitely no."
"Mila Kunis?"
I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "I thought you'd get this."
"Then who?" Gage asked, completely confused as he looked at me. "A damn stripper?"
"I share the same room as her."
It took a moment before he gasped, his eyes expanding as he met my eyes. "Rose?"
I nodded, a small smile forming on my face. "Yeah. . .I fucking like Rose."
He suddenly turned, his back facing me as he took off his gloves.
"She's everything, Gage, and I want something with her. I'm sick of just being friends. But I don't know how. She's. . .she's got walls up."
He turned, leaning against the ropes as he met my eyes. I scanned his face, noticing how pale he suddenly looked. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Gage brightly responded, before letting out a small cough. "I've just caught a cold, that's all." I nodded at him as he parted his lips, about to reply until the front door of the house opened and Dax came down, Jordan in tow.
"Don't tell them," I quickly said, as Jordan boomed a loud 'good morning, shitbags!'.
Dax walked over to the speaker and Bluetooth connected his phone to it, music immediately blasting from the speakers.
I turned, grabbing some gloves and slipping them on, tightening them around my wrists as I walked over to a spare punching bag, dangling from the ceiling. I pushed it a little, circling the bag before throwing a few punches at it, mentally telling myself that I actually did need I train for my next fight.
"Morning, guys."
I automatically stopped, my eyes gradually moving upwards to watch as she left the houses coming down the stairs, her hand slowly sliding down the stair rail as she strolled down casualty.
She was absolutely irresistible.
The woman was wearing a matching grey, Calvin Klein crop top with shorts that hugged her curves and ravishing butt. She had her hair in a high ponytail and had light makeup on.
A beaming smile was on Rose's face as she strolled in, her hypnotising eyes glancing over at me for a moment before averting elsewhere.
"Do you guys wanna go out for breakfast after?" She asked, picking up the red boxing gloves that I had gotten her.
The guys and I agreed and once more, she looked over at me, giving me a small smile as she ordered teasingly, "get back to training, mister."
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Rose
"Come on, Rose!"
"Punch her, Jordan!"
"You hit like a bitch, Rose! Fight him!"
"Don't let a girl beat you, Jord!"
I shrieked as I fell onto the ground, Jordan wobbling and falling on top of me in a heap, crushing me under his muscular body.
I groaned as he rolled off me, laying on his back by my side. We looked at each other, side by side, and he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I won," I breathlessly told him, pulling off my gloves as I exhaled loudly.
"No, I won," Jordan scoffed, playfully pushing me.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
A loud knock from the boxing hall's door broke us away from our petty argument.
I gasped, standing up swiftly and moving under the ropes, leaving the boxing ring. "My delivery!" I cheerfully squealed as I rushed over to the main door.
Without even looking through the peephole, I unlocked the door and opened it quickly, my smile fading as I realised that it wasn't a delivery person but a woman.
"Hi," I greeted, meeting eyes with a pair of sky blue ones. The blonde woman smiled, a nervous look on her face as her hand clutched onto the strap of her back nervously.
Her golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. It fell to a straight line midway down her back, and shining in the light. She wore a pair of high waisted jeans and a plain shirt with a grey cardigan, hiding her hands.
She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She had bright, unmissable indigo eyes and a perfectly symmetrical face that had well done makeup on.
"Can I help you?" I asked politely, wondering how she got in through the boxing ring.
"Does Cristiano Rossi still live here?" She asked me in a kind tone, her beaming eyes hopefully looking at me.
"No offence but who's asking?" I kindly questioned her cautiously, wondering why she needed him. I didn't want to let in someone who the guys didn't want in.
The door suddenly moved slowly by me and I felt a presence behind me, a hand on my waist but it slowly slipped off.
I looked up to my side to se Cris, his jaw dropping as his eyes fixed upon the woman in front of him. My body tensed up and I unexpectedly felt sick for some reason.
". .Vanessa. ."
"Cris. ." She breathlessly replied, her lips parting as she gazed at him, a small smile on her face.
Then, Cristiano moved forwards, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her, his face buried into her neck. I moved back a little, looking at them in astonishment.
Wait. . .
"I missed you so much," Cris's muffled voice said, thick with hurt and love.
"I missed you too. I'm sorry - I love you - I should've never left."
Love
Well, shit
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