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without further adieu, enjoy this chapter...

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DEVI BHATT

I didn't realise how popular this hotel was. When we entered the gym I saw at least ten people, men and women, working out. They have a range here– olympic bars, kettlebells, bumper plates, benches and all that stuff to gadgets for cardio like treadmills, bikes and your simple skipping ropes.

In the back I see Santos, bench pressing. With one last push, I see his shiny face huff as he paces the bar back on its stand. He stands up, a bead of sweat rolling down his chest, and puts on a plack vest.

He looks at us and claps his hands. "Well, well, well, after a week of waking up in the afternoon everyday the queen herself has come down here, for the first time no less," he grins, "at nine am."

I give him a dry look, swallowing a yawn creeping up my throat.

Sasha and Nashwa snort. "Only because we shook her for goddamn five minutes."

Santos places a heavy hand on my shoulder. "It's okay you'll do better next time."

I stare at him in disbelief. "Do better next time?! How early do you want me here?"

He gives me a once over. "Six am would be the latest."

"What?" I recoil. "You are no–"

The gym doors swing open loudly, slamming against the walls.

Demyan and Grisha walk in– but Demyan has a wide grin on his face. That's not a good sign.

He opens his mouth to talk and I already want to run out.

"Alright," he rubs his hands together. "You asked," Demyan looks at me. "And we shall provide."

Grisha's lips rise. "Class is in session"

Then the bell rings.

Just kidding

All of us gather around a large ring– a fenced off boxing ring. Demyan stands in the middle, and as he's about to talk Sasha interrupts.

"If you think you're going to teach, you must be mistaken." She stands in front of him and says, "shoo."

"If you wanted to be my assistant you would've asked," he tips his head closer to hers.

She makes a face. "Just move over." When she raises her hand to his chest to push him he twists her around, his arm across her collar bone to hold her in place, and says, "rule one. Never lo–"

Sasha doubles over, bringing him over her shoulder and slamming him into the mat. She doesn't break a sweat at all, and with a firm hand on his chest, she finishes his sentence. "Never lose your focus."

Demyans eyes gleam with dazzling attraction for her. When Sasha looks at him, a light pink stains her cheeks. She stands and holds a hand out for him to help him get up.

She holds her hand out for him. To help him. This is odd.

And he leisurely takes it, like he's won.

"Stop looking at me like that," she says.

"Like what?" He steps closer.

"Like you won," the distaste in her voice is evident.

"I did win," he walks off the mat. "But I'll let you teach, dorogoy." (darling)