Undeniable

One

Emilia panted hard and fell back against the wall. She put her head between her knees as she saw stars. She had ran out of water a while back, but continued wailing the punching bag until her knuckles bled out. She never wore gloves because she liked feeling the pain.

"Aw, the baby get scared all alone?" a taunting voice came from her left.

Emilia did not even acknowledge the douche. Over the years, she came to keep a high tolerance when if came to exploding. She was also a master at ignoring nearly anything. She continued to catch her breath and calm her heart rate down.

"Dude, I think she's dead," another voice muttered.

"Hey! Back the fuck up from her. She's with me. Get the fuck out of here," a familiar voice came from the same direction as the others.

"You'd think for the win you just had she'd be jumping up and down," a voice said.

"Maybe she's upset to see your ugly ass face. Get. Out. Now."

Footsteps left and one set came to her.

"What's up, pretty girl? Look at me," a calm voice told her.

She wanted to scoff at his nickname for her, but she was grateful he got rid of the swarming flies.

She inhaled sharply and looked up at him steadily. He had a stellar bruise at the base of his jaw now. She blinked a few times as he turned to dig around in his bag. He pulled out a powerbar and handed it to her. She took a bite out of it and swallowed. He handed her an unopened water bottle. She chugged it and sighed in relief when she downed it all.

"Looking better already. Did you eat before coming here?" he asked her.

She shook her head. He grinned.

"Wanna go to dinner with me?" he asked.

She let out a husky chuckle.

"Promised me a flirt, but I never said I'd flirt back. Thanks for the food and drink. How was the fight?" she asked.

Testing to see if he'd gloat about the win those pests referred to. He shrugged.

"It was alright. I could have done worse but my trainer makes me stay clean for UFC."

Her brows furrowed.

"UFC, huh? I didn't think you were that much of a pussy," she teased.

Kam laughed and shook his head.

"I count teasing as flirting," he told her.

She smirked.

"Desperate for some attention, huh?" she taunted.

He looked into her eyes, and she felt the moment get serious. She remembered what Jake told her today about the next guy she talked to. She didn't want to think about it. She knew she could totally go home with this guy and relieve some sexual tension. Perhaps he wouldn't beg to stay.

"How about we go back to my place?" she asked.

His eyes popped slightly before mellowing out. He ran a hand over his sweaty brown hair and glanced behind him.

"Only if you promise to eat with me," he said. She smirked.

"Deal."

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Kam chuckled when Emilia snorted. She covered her mouth in embarrassment as her cheeks flushed beautiful rosy red.

God, she's fucking gorgeous. He merely gazed at her and she looked away from him.