Chapter 15

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"Your not doing it right. Again!" He shouts for the fifth time in a row.

Camila huffs as she hauls herself up from the floor and faces Blue with her fists up in the air.

"Look into my eyes, only when your focusing will you be able to tell your opponents next move."

Camila stares into his deep blue eyes. Neither's gaze wavers as they start circling around the makeshift workout floor. Camila sees Blues eyes shift to her right shoulder and she automatically throws her body to the left, successfully invading his first attack. Her eyes snap back to his in an instant.

His eyes glow, the excitement in him obvious as a small smirk makes its way to his lips.

"Good. Focus. Don't let anything break your focus." He repeats, as he continues circling.

Camila thinks now is a good time to attack. Without her eyes leaving his, her fist reaches forward and attempts to collide with his left shoulder, only Blue moves faster than she can see. In seconds he pulls her in by her outstretched arm and turns her around. He crosses both her arms in front of her body with his own, trapping her flush against his hard body.

With her hands tightly pressed against her chest she can feel herself gasp for air. Her body is tired and overworked from the hours of training they have been doing, and being this close to him is not making her heart rate lower any time soon.

"Your not focusing." His hot breath fans the side of her face. The predatory growl in his voice makes the airs on the back of her neck stand up.

"I am!" She replies back with the same vigor, and slight anger. She is sick of him putting her through all these mundane exercises.

"You haven't even landed a single blow on me." He states, his face no longer beside her own.

"Pathetic." He grits out, pushing her away from him in one solid movement.
Camila stumbles forwards a few steps before spinning around and shooting a glare at Blue.

"I'm fucking trying! How to do expect me to land a hit on you?! Your built like a fucking bus!" She shouts.

Blue smirks at her outburst, folding his hands across his chest and relaxing his posture.

"Sounds to me like your just making excuses." He says raising an eyebrow and the angered girl.

"Your just urg-." Camila slams her foot in frustration. Clenching her fists. Her eyes shoot back to Blue as she hears him snicker.

"You know what your problem is?" She asks, coming two steps forward and glares at the beast.

"You just love annoying me. You love putting me down, cause it makes. You. Look. Better." Camila says, poking her finger in his stone chest.

Blue's eyes glare down at her finger with disgust. Too scared he might just bite it off her hand, Camila brings both her hands down to her side.

Blue looks up at her and his eyes hold no emotion. He stares at her face for a while before straightening up his posture, bringing his hands behind his back.

"So you think you can beat me Princess?" He questions, looking down at her though his lashes.
Not showing how intimidated she is by the action Camila responds with equal confidence.

"Yes."

Blue takes a step back, not breaking from his soldier-like stance.

"Very well then. Let's make a bet." He proposes.

"A bet?" Camila raises an eyebrow at the sudden suggestion. Blue was never one to mess around in training. What's gotten into him?

"Yes. Land a hit on me, and if you can't, you spend the rest of the afternoon down here training WITHOUT any complaints, and if you win-" his eyes look up to the ceiling, thinking, "you can ask me to do whatever you want." He finally breaks his stance and fixes the combat gloves in his hands, prepping for the action already.

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⏰ Last updated: May 08, 2020 ⏰

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