Because I Love You | jenlisa (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

JENNIE

I angrily washed my hands, which I once again hit bloody on the punching bag. I know I'm supposed to wear bandages when boxing, but as always, I prefer without them. Even if it scars my hands even more than they already have, I want to feel the pain and pulling on my skin. I want to feel it in my veins, how my hands hit hard against the leather. And that again and again.

I sighed quietly as I looked at the clock and realized I didn't have long left and needed to get back to the real outside world. After all, I still had a lot of work to do and my men were already waiting for me.

At least in this studio I can switch off my obligations for a few hours and let out my frustration on the punching bags. Although punching bags can't even come close to what I actually use to let out my frustration and finally feel free again.

"Shit!" I heard a female voice loudly. Hearing the curse, I frowned and looked up from my wet hands.

I immediately turned around, quietly left the bathroom and returned to the hall. The hall that was supposed to be empty. I immediately noticed a small and delicate silhouette on the punching bag where I beat my hands bloody just five minutes ago. The woman looked down at her hand, which was shaking slightly, and then held it with her other hand.

"Who are you?" I asked her, trying to calm my rising anger.

I made it pretty clear with Ryan that when I'm there, no one else will come into the hall. And I really don't tolerate exceptions or mistakes.

I'm talking to you. Who are you?!" I repeated myself, slightly aggressively, when the girl didn't want to move from the spot. She's lucky that I was still in a relatively good mood today . Otherwise it definitely wouldn't have ended well for her.

She then slowly turned towards me and looked at me with wide eyes. My anger suddenly disappeared when I recognized her face in the darkness. I looked at her wet dress in confusion and then looked up at her wet and brown hair that was hers

She then slowly turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. My anger suddenly disappeared as I recognized her face in the darkness. I looked at her wet dress in confusion and then looked up at her wet and brown hair that flowed wavy over her shoulder. It was as if everything around us had disappeared when I looked into her eyes again and we just looked at each other in silence.

And I felt something I never thought I would feel.

LISA

After I met the total stranger, checking her out and almost opening a fan club for her, I quickly pulled myself together and took a step back.

"I'm just looking for my dad." I said, trying to hold her gaze. They pierced into mine and actually made me kind of nervous, and I've never been so nervous and insecure about a woman.

"That still doesn't answer who you are." She said in a cool voice, which gave me disgusting goosebumps on my skin again. Since when do you get goosebumps because of a voice? That doesn't even make sense!

Even though I would never answer this woman, especially because she told me to, I couldn't help it. I felt her strength and dominance reaching out to me, even though we weren't even close, and she looked like someone you shouldn't mess with. Maybe I'm really stubborn and cheeky sometimes, but I'm definitely not stupid.

"I'm the daughter of the owner of this studio." I said briefly and succinctly, and she then raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise. She then slowly looked from my eyes, down my body and then back up to my eyes. She had a look in her eyes that I just couldn't identify or understand.