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A few days later...

Within the last few days, I've told Jess about what happened with me and Kiki, which made her hysterically laugh. I do feel bad for what I did to her, but Jess reassured me not to and that she deserves it for what she said to me. I also told her about Enzo and I's interaction, which astounded her with how caring he was with me. She then went on her usual rant about him having feelings for me, which I tuned out, not knowing what to believe.

Other than filling Jess in, nothing has happened. As per usual, I haven't seen Enzo, and I've mostly stuck to myself in the house. At this point, all the days are mushing together, and I'd do just about anything to leave this house.

Today is my first day of training, which I've been dreading. I'm up at the butt crack of dawn, understanding Enzo probably intentionally scheduled training earlier in the day since he knows that I despise waking up early. I hate him sometimes.

I still have no clue who will be training me, so I'm super nervous about it. I'm anxious about the whole training thing. I don't know a thing about fighting, except for my corral with Kiki a few days ago and the abuse I endured in the past, so I'm concerned about how today will go.

I'm also worried that whoever is training me won't be patient with me as I'm learning from scratch, so it'll take me a while to figure it out. I have PTSD from my past, and the action of fighting may bring back unwanted memories, troubling me even more. I'm hoping I'm comfortable with whoever is training me because I'll undoubtedly need comfort in this situation.

Although I've been dreading it, I want to learn how to protect myself. No, I NEED to learn how to protect myself.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then checked the time. My eyes widened as I see I'm a few minutes late for my lesson. Before I could back out like I secretly wanted to, I ran down to the gym, hoping Enzo won't kill me for being late.

Panting from the run to the gym, I opened the door, attempting to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm late. I-"

I stopped mid-sentence as I came face to face with Enzo's bareback. My eyes enlarged as they slid across his shirtless body, disregarding the gorgeous at-home gym. He has huge back muscles in places I didn't even know muscles were. I'm now thinking he has muscles on top of his muscles!

His back has some tattoos scattered across it, accentuating each dip and divot his muscles create. It's impossible to miss his back dimples as my eyes slide further down his body, eagerly examining every inch of him. My cheeks flush as my eyes settle on his short-clad butt, which is plump and toned to perfection.

I took a deep breath to control my raging hormones, but that didn't last long since he spun around at the sound of my voice, giving me a frontal view of his body. My jaw visibly dropped when he turned towards me with a scowl on his face, yet I didn't bother hiding my gawking as he's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.

His tattooed covered arms are ginormous and filled with muscles, intimidating to anyone who knows his status, yet oh so enticing. The large hands I enjoy having on my body have prominent veins running through them from his workout, along with large rings on a few of his fingers. His rock-hard chest has tattoos covering it, confirming that his upper body is fully covered in black tattoos, accentuating his tanned skin beneath.

My eyes linger on his washboard-abs, now seeing that God does, in fact, have favorites. It's as if he took extra time on Enzo, carving every inch of his body to perfection. Tearing myself away from his abs, I follow his deep V-line to his shorts that hang low on his hips, accenting the large bulge inside them.

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