Her Best Second Chance

Chapter 16: Everything He Is Not

Excessive light forces its way through my closed eyelids forcing me to peel them open. Meeting white curtains, I glance around to see I am still in the living area. I groan feeling a harsh pain penetrating my neck and back.

Arzhel spitefully left me on the couch "Asshole" I mumble pushing myself up as my sense collectively resurface.

Rubbing my inflamed neck I find my indoor slippers dragging my feet towards the window.

The warm morning sun greets my skin and I relax into the feeling. The day is so bright and everything looks full of life except for me. Soreness scatter along my lower back and my whole body feels depleted.

Stepping away from the window My leg hit against the sturdy side table causing the photo frame to sway at the edge. Catching it before it tips over, I notice something familiar.

The picture seemed old but I could still make out the resemblance of young Arzhel hugging another female with a huge smile plastered on his thin lips.

I haven't known him for long but highly doubt I have ever seen him that happy. Smiling to my self, I place the photo in its rightful position, my hand smooth over the table cover ensuring it is as neat as everything else.

Stretching, a yarn escape my lips reminding me I have not yet taken care of my self. Wrinkling my nose at the feedback of my morning breath I head for the bathroom to get myself clean up.

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Changing into something more comfortable, I walk around a bit to cure my boredom. I adore houses like these with many rooms to explore.

After checking a few rooms I doubt Ms. Mazzie and the baby is around seeing I haven't seen or heard them all morning.

Shrugging it off, I stick my head out looking down the hall way due to soft sounds emitting from that direction. I place the book I currently have in my hand on the desk and close the library door.

The sound gets louder with each step down the hall guiding me to a door.

Stopping in front a black door, I press my ears against the door hearing low panting and knocking sounds from the other side.

Gentle pushing the door open Arzhel came into view with perspiration dripping from his shirtless body. His shorts hang low on his waist displaying his V- line.

I gulp gaping at him as he shifts from one leg to the other throwing punches at the boxing bag secured with a chain.

Inviting myself in, I stop at the door admiring his muscles flexing with each throw.

"Didn't your parents tell you it's bad manners to stare?" Jumping I clutch my scared heart staring back at him with wide eyes.

"Jesus" I mutter lowly squinting to recuperate.

"Sorry to disappoint but I am not him" he replies removing the headphone from his ears. Rolling my eyes I walk further into the room trying to not look in his direction.

It is without a doubt that he is undeniably sexy and he knows it, maybe that's the reason his ego is like a hawk. Shaking his shirtless physique from my head an idea pop into my brain.

Noticing his water bottle sitting beside his shirt on the treadmill, grabbing it I glance around at the other exercise equipments neatly positioned in the room.

He throws his last punch walking towards me panting loudly. Focusing on his face, I grip the bottle firmly. Stopping mere inches from me, his hand outstretches for the water and I move my hand behind me.