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A/N: so sorry for the late update, and this 'sucky' chapter /: 

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“Ms. Martinez, this is only two, where is the other paper?” My instructor questions me as I hand in my two out of three reports.

“I’m sorry Professor, I had a late shift last night and I wasn’t able to get to the third.” I begin to explain myself.

My Professor sighs down at me, “I take no late work Ms. Martinez- you will not get full credit for this assignment.”

I nod and return to my chair, picking up my belongings and heading out to work. To top my day off, there is more traffic than the usual, making even more late for work than I already am. I turn on the radio in hopes of making the time go by faster. Within the next half hour, I pulling into the parking lot and sprinting to the glass doors of the building and back into the locker room. I pass a few workers back in there, but don't pay much attention as I open my locker and grab the closest work shirt I’ve got stashed inside. Within seconds i'm changed, but just as i go to turn around and walk to the front desk, my chest bumps into a warm, moist, glistening chest. My eyes travel upwards and I spot the tattoos. I back away to give him his room.

“Sorry,” I mumble and try to walk past him.

He grabs my arm to stop me, “Um, thanks for the other night,”

I look back at him, tussle of hair damp, body glistening, and a towel that covers too much around his waist, “It’s no problem,” This time, I smile slightly as I begin to walk away again.

I successfully make it to my desk and begin to logon to the computers. But just when I think I’m in the clear, Luke comes up to my desk. And his expression, is not the usual happy or calm. Instead, it’s irritation, agitation, and anger.

“Just because you have been working here for a week does not mean that you can just show up at any time.” His voice is harsh and full of anger as his words slash through my skin.

“I- I’m sorry I was-”

“I don’t care what you were doing,” His eyes pierce through mine, and in that moment, my emotion was pure fear. “Don’t let it happen again.”

His gaze cuts from mine as he moves through the corridor, back to where he came from. I can hear his harsh words from the back as he topples over a chair.

Karma bitch.

I pull out the calendar and look at the appointments that were made today. Mike has a total of two today, and Harry has four. Just as the computer finishes logging me in, a familiar face pops up into my view.

“Hello.”

His smile slants, more of a smug look if I’m being honest. His eyes sparkle, and his dimple appears slightly. I glance my eyes back up at him and I give him a small smile, not wanting to push it with him.

“Hey.”

“How’re your hands?” He asks. He holds out his hands, asking for mine. I place the backs of hands onto his palms and he examines them.

“They feel alot better,” I tell him and he nods- the rough patches on his thumb still run across my palms.

“What do I have today?”

I glance back down at the book, “Four total. One at three, one at five, one at five thirty and one at six thirty,”

He sighs, “God that a lot,”

I laugh, “Yeah, but i’m here until seven, meaning i'm the last one here,”

“Have you forgotten where I live?” He smiles and looks right at me, waiting for some reaction.

Catching on, I laugh. “Right, right, you live right upstairs. So, technically I wont be alone.”

The bell rings and in comes a little boy around the age of nine, with his, what i'm assuming, father.

“Hello, welcome to L.A. Boxing my name is Allison, is there something I could help you with?” I ask the pair of them as they approach the desk.

“My son here has an appointment.” The eldest man tells me.

I glance down at my appointment book once more, finding the name of the child and his trainer, “Tommy?” I ask them, but my eyes directing to the young boy.

The little boy nods and I smile down at him.

“Is it alright if I pay when I pick him up, I have to pick up my other son from daycare.” The young man's father asks me.

I nod, “Of course, your son is in good hands.” I smile at the man as he exits the building.

I direct my attention toward Harry, who had stayed throughout the conversation. “He’s your appointment, so um, first lesson and stuff- you have everything set?” I question.

He thinks for a minute, “Bring him back in minute or so, let me double check.”

Harry leaves to back, leaving me with Tommy. I take a seat by him on the small bench, “Are you excited?”

Tommy looks up at him, and shrugs, “Kinda scared,”

“Oh,” My voice, low and sad like, “I’m sure it’ll be okay- Harry knows what he’s doing.”

I smile back down at Tommy and grasp his hand,  “Let’s go, you got some boxing to learn.”