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Chapter 7

Hardin's POV:

I really wanted to talk to Tess for few more minutes, but if I keep pushing her, for me to come there, she'd to get frustrated and not, pick up my calls next time. So I just give in.

I have to go to the gym.
This is what I'm doing all along this week, going to gym, or talking to Tessa. I take my gym bag, and go downstairs to my car. When I get inside of my car, the passenger door open and Landon hop inside, and sit down on the seat.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask. What's he even doing here, doesn't he have his move to plan."Get out, I'm going to the gym." I say.

"I know, I'm going too" he says.

"Then take your car and go. I'm not going to drop you anywhere."
Asshole.

"I'm coming with you, to your gym." He waves his hand to his outfit then at me.

"Hell no, no you're not. Get out, now." No way in hell I'm going to take him with me anywhere, for that matter.

"Look, I'm not getting out unless you take me there with you. I'm going to New York in about three days, so I want to spend my time with you, as much as I get. We don't even know, when I'd be come here to visit, or you to there if you want, so lets go." He says. And look outside the windshield. Stubborn bastard.

"What you're even going to do there? Watch me workout" I tease and start my car and get on the road.

If she would've the one comes with me, I'd never say no to her.

She'd be working out wearing that yoga pants. I'd be watching her doing it, stretching her ass, showing her full flesh over there. Or she'd be the one watching me, working out without my shirt on. Or maybe we could do couple-workout together, sweating, staring at one another.
And we'd come, just by looking at each other. I'm so fucking hard right now, only by imagining that scene. Fuck.

When we get there, I notice that they installed a boxing ring. What's the point of installing one here, not that many people comes here anyway.Who is even gonna do this shit, taking punches by someone?

And to that question Landon ask me "Do you wanna do this?" Pointing out at the ring.I chuckle. Has he lost his damn mind.

"What?"he ask.

"Are you serious?" he can't be.

"Yes, it won't be that bad."
Won't be that bad, it'll be worse for sure. Taking bruises in his face, in New York.

"No man, I'm good" I said for his own good.

"Why not ? Are you afraid that I'm going to beat you." He challenges me. If he thinks he can beat me, he is very very wrong. He has more muscle than me, but I'm taller than him. I've more advantage here.

"What? No, I'm not" I chuckle.

"Then what's the problem, let's do it then." He says. He had a death wish coming.

"If you're thinking that, you can defeat me, you're living in a wizard world. Where spells and magic can do anything, and let you win." I said to the Harry Potter fan.

"I may not have spells or magic, but I've some techniques." He say. Techniques, for getting beat up his own ass.

"Well, we'll see" I say. Boy you don't have any chances here.

He proves me wrong, by grabbing me from back of my knees, putting me on his shoulder, and toss me outside the ring, in the first attempt. In first attempt? This is embracing.

Fuck. He has more balls. Or technique, he called. Fuck.

I get up and get inside the ring again. And he's gesturing me to come at him and fight. "Oh, you're going to pay for that" I warn.

"Well, we'll see" he says, mocking my own words minutes ago.

I punch him on his cheek this time, not too hard. But only him to see that, that was only by his luck, he did got me there. I don't want us to fight like some wild boars.

"See, it was just a beginners luck, you got me there." I say to him.

He chuckle and move towards me. Grabbing my arm, he twist back and place it to my back with his hand. "Is it?" He ask.

I move backward, twist my arm back in and goes for his back of his neck, grabbing there, bending him half down. "Yes, it is" I say with a smug smile.

He elbow me on my stomach, and my grip looses and he tackle me onto the ground. "Not even a chance." He chuckle.

"Okay, okay. You won." I say, patting my hand on the ground.

"That's what I thought." He say. Sucker.

"What are you, some sort of champion?" I said to him and stand up on my feet.

"I told you I've techniques."

"Yeah, yeah techniques." I mumble.

After we workout, separately, we goes to my car in the gym driveway. We get in and I start the car, pulling it on the road, I say "I know you're not here only for spending time with me, there is something shit you're not telling me, right?"

"Yes, I'm here spend some time with you." I gare at him and he continues "And for apologizing, the things I said to Tess." Now he get to the point. "Really I didn't mean it, I was just frustrated."

I know that damn well, I did the same when I got angry. "It's okay, not that's it's okay but good, you realized it sooner." I say.

"Yeah, brother" he chuckle. It feels weird called brother by him to me, we are not even step-brothers.

After sometime passes, I say "Can I say you something?" I don't know why I'm telling this but I want to know, what'd be his reaction, when he knows that, there is nothing tied in between us as step-brother.

"Yes" he say.

I take a breathe. "Ken is not my biological father. Vance is."

"What" he says, clearly confused.

"Yeah that's what happened in London, I caught my mum and Vance together doing on the kitchen counter. And he explained me that, they a had history or some shit, and my mum was pregnant with me by him, not by Ken." It's feels good, to blurt this shit out.

"Does Ken knows?" He ask, concern clearly in his voice for his step-dad.

"Yeah, I told him." I say, staring outside.

"Why did you tell me this, you could've not said anything about this and kept it secret like any other of yours, secrets." He doesn't need to know any other things about me and my life, than he already knows.

No one, except her.

"Because I want to know about how you'd feel, that now we're not have any relation left to tie us to step-brothers. Not that I care." I really do, I care, but I'm not going to say right on his face.

"Oh. I don't think we need any relation, to tie to us, for to be brothers. I really want us to have this as family, relation or not." He said.

"Really?" I know his answer somehow before he even get me one.

"Yes, unless you do something stupid or hurt Tess." He tease and I shove his shoulder with my hand.