That fvcking dream ,some scars are just meant to be ,now she had been dreaming of Ace , Ace of all people, molesting her like he always did. That devil was still haunting her. How annoying, probably because he was the last thing she thought of before going to sleep. When she woke up with tears in her eyes ,she thought that Khalifa was him that's why she retorted at him but he was closer to her and his scent filled her nostrils is when she eventually awoke from her slumber.
What was she supposed to do now or tomorrow. He would send her away or maybe refuse to help her control her powers or abilities. Deep down in her heart she had the desire to know why her parents gave her up. There must be a reason why they gave her up and stayed with Ria but that job would be easily done by her dear sister .
All sleep had disappeared from her eyes. She decided to have a stroll in the house. It's not safe considering how big this house is but she had nothing to do and after all The house Master is around in his room although he's annoyed by her.
She walked out of her room and went to the large balcony and watched the trees ,the cool breeze was nice to experience. She looked at the walls and ceiling of the house, everything about this house was just exquisite...her eyes stopped when she saw a shadow or a reflection of Khalifa at the gym obviously training punching at the punching bag. She walked downstairs to watch this as it should.
She hid behind the door and watched as his muscles flexed hitting the poor punching bag. She actually felt pity at it, the force in one strike could break a jaw. He was in a sweatshirt, which was wet from sweating.
He was a gorgeous being, his damp hair and short which showed his strong muscular legs. Was that even something to drool at , she still remembered that she once dreamed of him. Which wasn't natural since they had never met before.
"What are you drooling at?" she was shocked out of her thoughts, he was looking at her.
"N- nothing I was just getting a glass of water" ,she turned to walk away but in no time he was standing in front of her.
"Glass of water in the gym? You must be so lost and also get me one too" he said and got back to the gym,he wasn't even smiling or smirking at her just dead serious that it scared her. She gulped the water down and carried his glass and a jug in the other ,maybe he wanted more. She didn't want to go back and forth.
Once she entered the gym , he turned and smirked, finally,some reaction from him ,she thought as she placed the glasses on the glass table.
"What am I , a tanker?" He poured himself a glass and looked at her he didn't break eye contact and she felt a warm feeling sleep through her body luckily there was little light so he wouldn't see her blush. He reminded her the way he was in her dream. That look gave off a dangerous vibe. Little did she know he could hear her heart beat accelerate.
"No , I guessed you'll need more" he added more and and drunk in one go.
"Come ,since you have no sleep,we can you utilize this time well" he said and removed his punching gloves and handed them to her.
She had never done any of this before so she was just a newbie and feared for her weak punches compared to his. The gloves were warm due to his body heat. If only he could touch her body with them.
Wait! what? That was not her, definitely not her.
"Punch it" he instructed. She threw her first punch and a laugh escaped his lips.
"Punch not touch the bag June" she punched again. She had given it her all and there he was telling her that he was touching the punching bag. How ashaming.
" You have to work on that and we need a different approach, keep punching" he said and he seemed to be in thought.
"What were you dreaming about earlier?" he asked. Somewhere within her her blood began to boil. Unknowingly ,she hit the bag with greater force than last time. He noticed it and decided to pursue the topic more. It was altering with the emotions.
"A man" her eyes began to sting with tears. She didn't want to cry,she had cried enough already.
"What did he do?" he was also curious.
She stopped mid-punch and looked at him with teary eyes. Something inside him was irked.
"He was defiling me " a sob left her lips but not tear fell from her eyes. She punched the bag more forcibly. Khalifa was mute,he didn't expect that, Defile??
"Do you want him to do that again?"
"No"
"Assume that that punching bag is him and give him all your best" the strength in her punch increase and she punched it with greater force.
"Good ,that's enough for now" her body was getting hotter by the minute. Seems like this molester has a great impact on her life.
"June!" he called ,maybe bringing that dream idea wasn't so nice. She was fiery hot right now but he has handled her before. He carried her to her room and opens the cold water and dipped her in the water bath.