She had showed her strength and clever thinking already. I needed to outwit her.
And then my morning began to sparkle. Julie walked out of the women’s shower room when I passed by, her hair scattered on her face, water droplets falling from her blonde locks. There were few droplets on her eyelids, enhancing her beautiful eyes. There was a small dimple on her right cheek, which beautified her blooming skin.
"Wow." I couldn't believe that she looked so beautiful, in spite of resemble to Tonya. Heck, she looked nothing like Tonya in that moment. Instead, she looked like a completely different woman, whom I adored in that moment.
"Noah. You’re already here?" A smile bloomed on her face. I could watch her smile for hours, and wouldn’t grow tired of it. "I didn't expect you here before six."
She looked surprised, but then, she didn't know I woke up at four every morning to start my daily routine.
"Julie. Let me get a quick shower, and then meet you in the ring. We’ll have a good spar today." I ran away. The more I looked at her, the more I noticed how pretty she was. Tonya That made me doubt my actions. After all, she looked like Tonya, and deserved every bit of punishment I planned for her.
"See ya in the ring," she replied with a sweet voice. Tonya What the fuck was happening to me?
Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of her in the ring. "We’ll start with some stretches," she said.
"I'm fine with the direct match. I do my warm up the moment I get out of bed,” I said.
"Aha, not a warm up. I want you to yoga-up . It will help the blood to flow through every corner of your body."
"What's wrong with the jumping jacks and running I do every morning?" I asked.
"There is nothing wrong with it. But flexibility is the most important aspect in this game. And I don't want you to fail in the match just because you didn't make your muscles flexible enough."
She replied to my insult with serenity. I felt irritated. I wanted to show her that her ways were futile, and I was the master here.
"Okay. You win."
"Whatever you say, Noah." She smiled again, and this time, her dimple roped me closer to her smile.
She demonstrated me various poses of yoga. They were simple, and at first, I laughed. But when I was down to my fifth round, I was sweating. I never thought that yoga would make me break a sweat.
"Now, move onto the Warrior." She demonstrated. It was a pose where I had to extend my hands parallel to my body, while standing in a lunge.
I was worn out by trying the same poses again. I wanted to fight with her and pin her on the ground. And all I got were yoga poses.
"Stretch your hands on both sides, Noah." She swiftly moved in the same pose and stretched her hand parallel. But she was too close to my body. Her chest was pressed on my back, and something was happening in my trouser.
What the fuck? Why am I getting aroused by her touch? I had no answer, but the monster rising in my pants wasn't ready to stop. If she walked in front of me, she would find me in a very embarrassing position.
"That's enough for today. Are you planning to exhaust me with these silly poses?" I stood up, making sure that the erection in my track pants was hidden from her.
"Come on, Noah. Don't be a jerk. We are just halfway through. We have yet to try Warrior Three. Let me show you how fun much it is." She bent through her waist, and then moved into a forward lunge. She then raised her back leg, and extended both hands in the air. Her tight sports bra was showing me her cleavage, and it was working on me in a very wrong way.
Fuck. She’s just a normal woman without the curves I love in any woman, and I still get heated up by just looking at her boobs.
This was bad. I was here to focus on insulting her, but rather, I was appraising her body in my mind. What the fuck was going on?
"Julie, let's get to training." I grabbed her hand and broke her yoga position.
She looked at me with furious eyes, but I didn't care what she
And then my morning began to sparkle. Julie walked out of the women’s shower room when I passed by, her hair scattered on her face, water droplets falling from her blonde locks. There were few droplets on her eyelids, enhancing her beautiful eyes. There was a small dimple on her right cheek, which beautified her blooming skin.
"Wow." I couldn't believe that she looked so beautiful, in spite of resemble to Tonya. Heck, she looked nothing like Tonya in that moment. Instead, she looked like a completely different woman, whom I adored in that moment.
"Noah. You’re already here?" A smile bloomed on her face. I could watch her smile for hours, and wouldn’t grow tired of it. "I didn't expect you here before six."
She looked surprised, but then, she didn't know I woke up at four every morning to start my daily routine.
"Julie. Let me get a quick shower, and then meet you in the ring. We’ll have a good spar today." I ran away. The more I looked at her, the more I noticed how pretty she was. Tonya That made me doubt my actions. After all, she looked like Tonya, and deserved every bit of punishment I planned for her.
"See ya in the ring," she replied with a sweet voice. Tonya What the fuck was happening to me?
Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of her in the ring. "We’ll start with some stretches," she said.
"I'm fine with the direct match. I do my warm up the moment I get out of bed,” I said.
"Aha, not a warm up. I want you to yoga-up . It will help the blood to flow through every corner of your body."
"What's wrong with the jumping jacks and running I do every morning?" I asked.
"There is nothing wrong with it. But flexibility is the most important aspect in this game. And I don't want you to fail in the match just because you didn't make your muscles flexible enough."
She replied to my insult with serenity. I felt irritated. I wanted to show her that her ways were futile, and I was the master here.
"Okay. You win."
"Whatever you say, Noah." She smiled again, and this time, her dimple roped me closer to her smile.
She demonstrated me various poses of yoga. They were simple, and at first, I laughed. But when I was down to my fifth round, I was sweating. I never thought that yoga would make me break a sweat.
"Now, move onto the Warrior." She demonstrated. It was a pose where I had to extend my hands parallel to my body, while standing in a lunge.
I was worn out by trying the same poses again. I wanted to fight with her and pin her on the ground. And all I got were yoga poses.
"Stretch your hands on both sides, Noah." She swiftly moved in the same pose and stretched her hand parallel. But she was too close to my body. Her chest was pressed on my back, and something was happening in my trouser.
What the fuck? Why am I getting aroused by her touch? I had no answer, but the monster rising in my pants wasn't ready to stop. If she walked in front of me, she would find me in a very embarrassing position.
"That's enough for today. Are you planning to exhaust me with these silly poses?" I stood up, making sure that the erection in my track pants was hidden from her.
"Come on, Noah. Don't be a jerk. We are just halfway through. We have yet to try Warrior Three. Let me show you how fun much it is." She bent through her waist, and then moved into a forward lunge. She then raised her back leg, and extended both hands in the air. Her tight sports bra was showing me her cleavage, and it was working on me in a very wrong way.
Fuck. She’s just a normal woman without the curves I love in any woman, and I still get heated up by just looking at her boobs.
This was bad. I was here to focus on insulting her, but rather, I was appraising her body in my mind. What the fuck was going on?
"Julie, let's get to training." I grabbed her hand and broke her yoga position.
She looked at me with furious eyes, but I didn't care what she
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