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had been practicing this fight in my mind all night, and now, it was time to execute it flawlessly.
    "Here I come!” He charged at me.
    I took him head-on. I bent down and pushed my shoulder into his chest. He tried to flip me, but I stuck my leg out, and in the next moment he was on the ground. The loser took me with him, and my body landed on his, my face just a couple inches away from him. I could feel his breath hitting my cheeks. A strange feeling passed through my body. I somehow liked it.
    "You are a strong woman. I didn't expect that move," he said in surprise.
    "And I didn't expect that you would bring me down with you." I pushed my hands on his chest and stood up, giving him my hand. He took it, jumping to his feet. He pulled me closer, so close that if he wanted he could easily bend his head and kiss me on the lips.
    What the heck I am thinking about? Why would I think about a kiss?
    He smelled like sweat, a smell that I enjoyed. I loved the smell of sweat, because it reminded me of the fight coming ahead.
    "I won't be so lenient next time," he said, his arrogant voice returning.
    "And I won't either." I stuck my leg behind his and pushed him back. He stumbled and hit the ground again. But this time I didn't go with him, because I was careful.
    He had weak legs. If he wants to fight, he needed to work on them. Now it was time to test his upper body.
    "Come on! Get up and fight!" I teased.
    He jumped on his legs and took a stance. I moved forward and hit him with a swing kick. He parried it with his right hand and punched me with the other, which I blocked. In the next moment, I hit him with a drop kick. It was hard to defend, and if he put his hand in-between the shot, he would get hurt.
    But he didn't do that. Instead, he put his chest in the line of kick. That way, the kick impact lightened. As I hit his chest hard, I was pushed back, and I fell on my ass.
    "That was nice," I said, catching my breath. Another unusual movement from him. A normal fighter would’ve moved back, and I would’ve had time to hit him with my other leg. But he took a chance and surprised me. If we were in a real fight, he could’ve taken advantage of my setback and KO'ed me. He had a strong upper body.
    "Does your decision remain the same?" he asked, moving backwards.
    I paused. He was a good fighter, and if I worked with him, I could make him great, which would be good for my career. I had been putting my personal issues ahead of my professional choices. That had to stop now.
    "I think we would work good together. What do you think?" I asked.
    He softened. "I was being an ass that day, when I pushed you over. And I'm sorry for what I said. Please forgive me, and work with me as my trainer."
    I saw honesty in his brown eyes. "It's a deal, then." I extended my hand, and he shook it. We had a deal after all. Maybe he wasn't as big of a jerk as I thought.

Chapter 9
    Noah
    A day to convince her to work with me, another day to insult her, and a day more to convince her to leave the club. Yes, I needed three days to set my plan in motion and complete it. At first she was reluctant to work with me, but I made sure that she changed her mind. She would learn her lesson very well. I grinned while parking my bike. The fight club was just five miles away from my house, and I used that opportunity to ride my old Ducati.
    "I love you, babe. At least you’re loyal,” I said, caressing the yellow metal. The Ducati was my favorite. It was a present from my Uncle Sam on my eighteenth birthday. Even after six years, I made sure she looked brand new.
    It was five in the morning when I entered the club. I loved that time of day, because I knew the club would be almost empty. I could get time alone for myself, and some time to think about ways to insult that bitch.
    I decided to take a shower as soon I entered. I needed to wipe out the last bit of sleep from my eyes, and be completely fresh and energetic so I could win every spar with her. She was good.