They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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Today Ezra brought me to a warehouse to teach me how to fight.
When we walked in, I looked around at the place, and it had red and black walls with a boxing ring in the middle.
"Come here. Let me put these on for you." He grabs my hands, putting the gloves onto my hands and tightening them.
After I made sure they wouldn't fall off, I went to the ring and stepped inside it. Then, a minute later, Ezra steps inside the ring.
I look down at his toned face; his bronzed skin covered in dark ink. His low v-line peeked out from his sweatpants.
"Nevaeh, I want you to place your right foot in front of you and your left foot behind you." He said this while moving my right foot up and my left foot back.
I looked up at him, waiting for the next direction. And because of how hot he looks.
Focus Nevaeh.
"Now I want you to raise your arms up, one protecting your face at all times and one ready to punch." He said this while standing in front of me and getting into his standing position.
That's when I pulled my arms up and put them in front of my face. I was ready.
Ready to beat his ass. Is that going to happen? Probably not.
"Now hit me, Nevaeh." That's when I swung my right arm out and made contact with his chest.
As soon as I made contact with his chest, I saw a fist coming towards me, so I brought both of my arms up and covered my face.
While Ezra was trying to punch me, that's when I made my next strike, and I hit him in the stomach. As soon as I hit him in the stomach, I heard him let out a groan.
Then he leaned over and held his stomach for a minute, and that's when I shoved him down onto the ground.
"I got you."
I giggled, standing above him. I watched a smirk grow on his plump lips before he flipped me onto my back, holding my hands above my head with his knees at my sides.
How the hell? Does this motherfuck have magic powers? How does he move so fast?
"Are you sure about that?" His Italian accent sounded thick. He chuckled when I didn't answer. "Now try to get out." He ordered.
"No, thank you; I like this position." I grind seeing the effect I have on him. "What handsome? Cat got your tongue?" His cheeks turn a light shade of red.
He likes that.
"Try and get out before I—" I cut him off. "Before you, what?" He smirked, licking his lips. "Before I fuck you on this mat in front of everyone in here,"
"Do it." I challenged him. His breathing got heavier. "Jesus Christ Nevaeh." Ezra quickly got up, throwing me over his shoulder.
