Her Escape

Chapter 14

Spares

"Be loud about the things that are important to you." – Karen Walrond

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"We're going to be here all night if you don't start aiming better." Chase lazily drawled, his arms folded across his chest.

"Don't you have anything else better to do than to stay here and torture me?" I paused long enough to glare at him.

"As a matter of fact I do," His glare matched my own as he motioned for me to continue hitting the punching bag. "Yet here we are because you don't seem to want to cooperate."

"First of all, I'm not a dog." I gritted, punching the bag with as much force as I could muster and pretending it was Chase's face. "Second of all, you cooperate."

"Never said you were."

"Fuck off!"

"More punching, less talking." Chase's lips twitched upwards in a small smile as he kept his gaze trained on me.

Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the punching bag in front of me. If I had learned anything about Chase in the past month, it's that he'll make me repeat the same move hundreds of times until he's satisfied with the way I'm executing it.

Tonight was no different.

Half an hour later, Chase finally took pity on me. "Okay, you can stop now." He said, pushing himself off the thick robes he was leaning against.

"Thank fucking god." I panted, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"Don't get too excited," He laughed, dragging the punching bag into one of the corners of the ring. "We're not done yet."

"What do you mean we're not done yet?" I gaped at him. "It's 11 PM!"

Choosing to ignore me, "Let's change it to a 1, 2, 3, kick."

"I hate you." I gritted, once again getting into position and bringing my hands up to my face. I learned the hard way just last week that every time Grumpy Pants over there had me practicing any sort of boxing moves, my hands were to stay in front of my face at all times. The one time I forgot, I paid the price by running five miles and doing two hundred jumping jacks.

I honestly don't know whether to thank him or kill him because I've never been in better shape than I currently am. I can run two miles now without feeling like I'm going to collapse and die from a heart attack.

As annoying as Chase is, his methods were effective. Not that I'd ever admit that out loud to him.

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"Come on," Chase said, turning off the last light in the training room and grabbing his keys from behind the reception desk. "I'll give you a ride home."

I was about to protest, but I didn't have any energy left. It was just past midnight and my body ached all over. Instead, I just nodded and followed him outside.

He stopped in front of a dark gray Jeep Wrangler parked right outside the gym. Holding the passenger's door open, Chase waited for me to get inside before making his way to the driver's side.

The pungent smell of the leather interior invaded my nostrils, and even with my very limited knowledge of cars, I knew this car had to cost a pretty penny. "Type in your address." Chase said, handing me his phone as he turned the key in the ignition and the engine came to life.

Handing him back his phone, I relaxed into the leather seat and closed my eyes. The heat was on full blast and hitting me directly in the face, and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep my eyes open.