My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 22

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When Jennie comes into the gym, I continue with the pull-ups I'm doing until I've completed the set. Dropping to my feet, I glance to where she's standing next to the sparring mat.

"Training with Bambam?" I ask.

"No, I'm waiting for you," she says. "Thought we could spar today."

My eyes meet hers as I walk toward the mat. Since yesterday I've had a weird feeling in my gut. There's something different in Jennie.

The way she looks at me. The double-meaning in her words. The sex last night.

My gut instinct has never been wrong before. Sweeping a hand over the mat, I say, "Let's spar."

I step into position, my muscles tense, just in case. I'm on edge from the shit with Chaerin and St. Monarch's, and could totally be reading this wrong.

Jennie lunges at me, and I block the kick. Then I have to fucking move and block as she goes into full attack mode.

This isn't like any of the sparring sessions Jennie had with Bambam. Her movements are planned and on point.

Fuck. If her memory's back... Fuck.

My heartbeat speeds up as the thought that I can actually lose Jennie crosses my mind.

I begin to attack back, still careful not to hurt her, and a moment later, she tries to go for my throat. Grabbing hold of her arm, I turn into her, and then I send her flying over my shoulder. The second her back slams into the mat, I'm on top of her and locking my arms and legs around her, I force her to stop.

Our breaths explode into the air, and then Jennie lets out a dark chuckle. "Fucking bastard."

She begins to wrestle, trying to free herself from my hold. I have to duck to the side when she slams her head back.

Letting go of her, I roll away and dart to my feet, ready for anything.

Just then, Bambam comes into the gym, and I shout, "Stay back. Jennie's memory has returned." Bambam stops, his eyes instantly locking on Jennie.

She lets out a burst of enraged laughter as her eyes lock on mine, cold and wild. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

I hold up a hand. "Calm down. Let's talk."

"Talk?" she hisses. "TALK?"

Jennie lunges at me again, and I allow her to take a swing at my jaw to let her blow off some steam. She packs one hell of a punch, my head turning as the ache spreads into my ear.

The next swing, I block and grabbing hold of her arm, I twist it behind her back. I lock my other arm around her neck, and then I tighten my grip to ensure she can't move.

"You fucking played me," she grinds the words out, and when I hear the heartache, the humiliation, the rage, I let go of her again.

Stepping back, I hold a hand up as she turns to face me. "You can't beat me, Jen. Give me a chance to explain."

Her hands fly to her hair, and she lets out a frustrated scream, and then she glares murderously at me. "You can be glad I don't have a gun on me."

"Not everything was a lie," I say, wanting to get it out in the open. My words only make her laugh, the sound filled with her need for vengeance.

"I. Love. You," I enunciate every single word. "I didn't lie about that." She shakes her head, her hair falling wild around her shoulders.

"I could've left you for dead, but I didn't. I could've taken what I wanted, but I gave you a choice. Don't forget that. Don't forget what I said to you on that cliff."