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I decided not to say any more, preparing to hit my target.

“And that’s not all I know,” Lauren continued, purring in my ear. “I know what you do behind the closed door of your bedroom, or should I say what you did when you left the door slightly open?”

I missed, Lauren’s revelation causing my hand to jerk at the last second.

Fuck.

Lauren grinned as she held a finger to her lips. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Yeah, she was the one person who I didn’t want to find out, to see what I had done. Why the fuck didn’t I just close the fucking door properly?

A part of me wanted to punch the wall in frustration. Another wanted to kiss Lauren just to get that smug grin off her face. And then to fuck her right on the pool table just to end this stupid game.

My cock certainly approved of that last idea.

Oh, calm the fuck down, soldier. You’ve already caused me enough trouble.

I stood aside and kept quiet, trying not to stare at her booty as she pocketed the ball that I had failed to sink and then trying not to feel like such a sore loser when she flawlessly hit the nine ball as well.

The fact remained that I had lost. Lauren had won.

I tried not to look at her bouncing breasts as she jumped up and down to celebrate her victory. I fought a frown as well, putting on a smile as I shook her hand.

“I guess this means you’ll be teaching me how to fight,” she said.

I nodded. “I guess so.”

For now, I would congratulate her and be happy for her, but my mind was already planning my revenge.

If Lauren thought I was going to go easy on her with self-defense training, especially after all the tricks she had just played on me, she was going to be sorely disappointed.

Chapter Thirteen

Lauren

“Am I really supposed to be doing this?”

I stopped after my eleventh sit-up, which felt like the hundredth. I was lying on a mat in the grassy backyard, struggling to catch my breath.

“Of course,” Wade answered, taking a puff of his cigarette as he sat comfortably on one of the wicker chairs on the patio. “In order to stand a chance in a fight, you need to strengthen your core muscles.”

Right. Just as fifty jumping jacks were supposed to strengthen my heart and lungs, and fifteen squats and lunges were supposed to strengthen my legs. What was next? Push-ups? Or was he going to make me lift weights?

This was all just payback. I wounded Wade’s pride when I beat him at the pool table, so now, he was trying to strain every muscle in my body, if not break every bone. Maybe I shouldn’t have played dirty. Then again, if he had only agreed to teach me how to fight, we wouldn’t have had to play a game at all. Still, Iwas glad we did it. It was fun. And that look on Wade’s face while I teased him? Priceless.

Of course, winning was the best part. And I was determined to get my prize.

“Fine.” I sat up, leaning back on my arms. “I’ll complete twenty sit-ups. But afterward, you’re going to start teaching me how to fight for real. That was our deal.”

Wade extinguished his cigarette on the ashtray in front of him. “Fine.”

I lay back down, then I raised my knees while keeping my feet flat on the ground and drew a deep breath.

Come on, Lauren. You can do this.

No, I had to do this. I couldn’t feel as helpless as I had the last time I was in trouble. I couldn’t just wait and pray for someone to save me. I had to learn how to fight for myself.

Maybe then Jake would realize that I wasn’t so frail. Maybe Max would be impressed, too. And Wade? By now, I was sure he was attracted to me. Maybe after our lesson, he was finally going to admit it.

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