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and started to stretch. He followed behind me.
    "Okay, so you just like the idea of having lots of money?" I drove my right hand into his torso, missing the flat gloves he had raised. He grunted and held his stomach.
    "Oops, sorry." I said innocently holding my gloves up. His frown slowly changed as the corner of his mouth turned up.
    "I guess that's not it then." He muttered gruffly. I punched away at the pads, ducking occasionally when he swung one over the top of my head. Our movements were fluid and timed perfectly, like he knew where I would hit and when. KC was the only one who knew me that well to anticipate my movements and I had been working with him for over a year.
    "I know you really don't want to be there. So there's gotta be something else." He looked thoughtful so I used the moment of lack of concentration to sweep my foot under him, watching him fall like a sack of potatoes onto the mat with a loud thud. He cringed and I stood over him with my arms crossed proudly.
    "You talk too much." I pulled off my glove and held my hand out to him, he did the same and grabbed a hold of me with a firm grip. As I went to move backward to pull him to his feet he pulled hard on my arm.
    I fell on top of him and he swiftly rolled, pinning me under his hot, slick body and pinning my arms beside my head.
    "And you are too trusting." He threw back at me, his breathing hard and hot on my sweat covered skin. I growled in my throat and pushed against his body. He released my wrists and pushed himself up, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. He held out his hand like I had just done and I rolled my eyes, taking a hold of it. He pulled me from the ground and as soon as had my footing I twisted his arm around behind his back and forced him up against the ropes. He groaned in pain as I pulled it up tighter behind him.
    I tiptoed up and pushed my body against his. We were both breathing heavily and it only increased as I pushed my breasts against his tight muscular back, my nipples aching beneath my sports bra as I dragged them up his body to move my mouth closer to his ear. I could feel him shudder as I breathed across his hot skin.
    "I don't trust anyone." I whispered close to his ear and then quickly shoved him against the ropes and walked back across the ring to grab my drink bottle that was sitting in the opposite corner.
    "What about this then, feisty pants." I rolled my eyes, boy never gives up.
    "You’re father got addicted to gambling." I froze, drink bottle in hand. I didn't turn around. I couldn't move.
    "He ended up messing around with the wrong people, people he couldn't compete with. And he was running out of things to gamble once his money and house were all gone." The bottle fell from my hands, water splashing out the top and covering my running shoes. I gripped tightly to the ropes of the ring, trying to hold myself up because my legs were starting to fail. My heart thundered, threatening to burst from my chest. He continued, his voice serious, maybe I could even hear a hint of anger.
    "So he gambled the only thing he had left, his beautiful, amazing, strong, passionate daughter." I hadn't even realised that he had moved right up behind me. The heat was radiating from his body. He swept his hand through my hair and moved it over my right shoulder. A pair of soft lips ran lightly over my bare neck causing bumps to rise like a Mexican wave from that point across my whole body. I felt like his mouth was burning a trail along my skin, but I wanted that burn, I craved it. My knuckles were starting to turn white from gripping the ropes so hard. When I felt tears threatening to escape, that was my wake up call. Tears were unacceptable. Tears were pointless. I ducked around him and eyed him carefully. Hunger and passion were once again evident in those beautiful eyes.
    "Who are you?" I demanded, but my voice shook. He held up his now bare hands in a sign of peace.
    "I'm gonna get you out of there, Sam." He spoke softly, like someone