Acted to Love

Part 26 the Wolf

HER POV

She took her anger on that sorry looking punching bag. If it's possible, she would want to put his picture on that and punched it so hard he can feel it while working at the congressional building.

After that Friday morning, he never even called to ask if she's okay. If she's still stiff from not moving because of his hug! It's Wednesday, he's at session she understand that but text can only type in less than a minute. He can use only five letters to text

H.O.W.R.U.

Like that.

Even if he doesn't use question mark she'll appreciate that. But no, there's no text!

"Patty, how's your stiff neck?" she whispered to herself while punching

"Does my arm's muscle heavy?" she whispered again and punched some more gritting her teeth

"You hair smells nice by the way," she said again to herself and punched her way again towards that red bag of sand

He didn't texted her if she arrived home safely but went to Jb's house that Saturday as Frida relayed. Simon went home with cramp muscles for wrapping too much siumaii which Gab prepared for the brown head. The brown head! And he even competed with Frida's fiance for making the most siumaii!

"Shoot, another married woman!" she exclaimed then dock to punch again

"Christine…" she whispered and made a two side punches

"Cole's wife, the hell if it's not true," she said again and did again those punches

"Jolly?" Then punched more. "Of all the woman, the non-woman type!"

"But wait there's more," she said again to herself. The guy visited again to that pregnant's house on Monday after his session. After his session! But he never thought of texting her! Not even Tuesday which by the way another day he spent with the girl!

Why she knew all of it? Because Jb told her. Why is that girl telling her about that? She doesn't know why

She stopped that punching and held her hips while breathing hard. It's stupidity, getting jealous when she doesn't have any right in the first place.

"Nice form," a guy's voice suddenly snapped her out of that jealous mourning

She turned to find that familiar blonde man leaning on the wall's gym and smiling at her

"Thanks," she uttered in nonchalance then bit her gloves to free her hand

"Need help with that?" the guy asked again, nodding towards her still gloved hands with too much handsomeness excreting on his face and too much teasing from that blue eyes

"No, I can manage. I'm used in doing this by myself," she replied

"Fair enough," the guy shrugged and started walking towards her. "I'm surprised you're member of this gym. I've never seen you before." Damn, does her face pasted at the lobby of that gym doesn't looks like her in person?

She almost readying her fist if ever the guy do something to advanced on her when the guy walked past her to investigate the punching bag instead

"I'm draining my energy here once in a while but that's morning session," she reasoned after a long breathe.

"I'm just curious if there's any picture in this punching bag. You seems furious," the guy spoke in low tone while his back was facing her. Then he whirled to face her with an offered hand, "I'm sorry, you might not remember me I'm…"