Nemesis, I'm not yours | COMPLETED.

Chapter Four

Xavier

[Asola Gym]

I stood facing Isla, both of us geared up and ready. "Who do you think will win, Jacey?" Isla asked, trying to sound confident.

Jace sighed, "Isla, don't you have meetings to go to?"

She snickered, "I am the boss, so I canceled them to put this sexist in his place."

"You haven't practiced for a long time. You should practice and then fight," Noah tried to reason with her.

Isla raised an eyebrow, "Bro, you wanna become sexist too? You know I have a gym in my mansion, and because somebody ruined my schedule yesterday, I was punching bags big time," she said, glaring at me.

We had an audience: my sister, Jack, Jace, Noah, and a couple more people. "Ready to learn your lesson, sexist?" she whispered right before Jace gave the go sign.

As soon as Jace signaled, Isla moved like a bolt of lightning. Her first jab came in fast, aiming straight for my face. I barely managed to block it, the force of her punch reverberating through my arms. I countered with a right hook, but she ducked effortlessly, her footwork flawless.

"You call that a punch?" she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips.

I gritted my teeth, focusing on her movements. She danced around me, her fists a blur of motion. I tried to keep up, throwing punches whenever I saw an opening, but she was always a step ahead. Her experience and agility were evident, each movement precise and calculated.

Isla landed a solid punch to my midsection, knocking the wind out of me. I stumbled back, trying to regain my composure. She didn't give me a chance to recover, following up with a rapid series of jabs and crosses. Each hit felt like a hammer blow, her fists a relentless barrage.

I realized I had to change my strategy. Instead of trying to match her speed, I needed to use my strength. As she moved in for another punch, I braced myself and took the hit, then grabbed her arm and used her momentum against her, pulling her off balance.

Surprised, she stumbled, and I seized the opportunity. I threw a powerful left hook, connecting with her jaw. She staggered, her eyes wide with shock. I pressed my advantage, not giving her a chance to recover. A series of quick jabs followed by a right cross pushed her back further.

"Come on, sexist, is that all you've got?" she taunted again, but her voice wavered.

I could see she was tiring. I had to end this now. With a burst of energy, I launched into a combination of punches, each one calculated and precise. She tried to block, but my strength was overpowering her. A final uppercut sent her sprawling to the mat.

The room was silent except for our heavy breathing. I stood over her, extending a hand to help her up. "Lesson learned?" I asked.

She looked up at me, a mix of frustration and grudging respect in her eyes. She took my hand, and I pulled her to her feet. "Yeah, lesson learned. Never let them know your next move. Should've listened to him when he told me." She muttered. Right after saying that, she lunged at me and knocked me down. She stood up and looked down at me smirking.

Okay, maybe she isn't that weak. I mean she knocked down a grown man like me and as much as I'd hate to admit it; it was a tough match.