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ventured out was to get to a match or scout a local talent someone had given him a lead on. Even his coaching had become a joke. Micah knew his motivation, and it sure as hell wasn’t giving Micah the life that he “deserved” anymore. It was all about the bottom line, the percentage he could get.
     
    Micah grabbed his sparring gloves from locker on his way to the ring. He noticed his phone flashing in his bag. It was a message from Alice:
     
    “Do you have an ETA on that car? I need to see you.”
     
    He could guess why she needed him. His fist hurt just thinking about it.
     

Chapter 4: In Action
     
    If Alice were to be honest, she would admit that waiting for a private car never really got old. In fact, she secretly loved the idea of being chauffeured to and from places, her own personal assistant to open her door, offer her a bottle water, and place her bags in the trunk. It was the kind of luxury that she knew she only got from being Micah’s secret. But, as she waited by her bedroom window for the black sedan, she couldn’t help but feel like a part of his world by proxy. 
     
    However, today Alice was growing impatient of constantly having to wait. The normal routine was for her to meet him at the gym, as she waited in the backseat of the car. But Micah’s texts had her running a bit scared. The change of plans sent chills up her spine, as she looked for the possible red flag to come. Why would he want her to stay far away from the gym and his practice time?
     
    The hours passed one after another. She attempted to concentrate by painting a bit more, but her mind wandered and her work looked almost uncharacteristically sloppy. Even her prized painting, the one she started when she first began seeing Micah, suffered from the paint dripping unevenly in places.
     
    Seven o’clock rolled around. Her stomach growled, as she debated going ahead with dinner without Micah. She questioned sending him a text but stopped herself, knowing that if he was still at practice, he wasn’t going to answer his phone until he was done. Instead, she said screw it and cooked up some quick pasta with spaghetti sauce and sat down to watch television.
     
    Eight o’clock—nine o’clock—ten o’clock—her eyes struggled to stay open as she watched the late night news. As she curled up under a blanket, her head filled with thoughts of where Micah could be, a knock shook her apartment and brought her back to life. She walked slowly towards the door, cautious of opening. After her mugging, she was not too keen on breaking safety protocols.
     
    “Alice.” A low, almost rash voice floated into the living room where she stood debating opening the door. “Alice, open up.”
     
    She unlocked the chains and pushed the door open wide. Micah stood outside, decked out in a light leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and a black, tight fitting t-shirt, he was dressed to kill. His face, however, said otherwise. Without a word or an embrace, he shuffled past her and sat on the couch, grabbing the remote from the end table and turning the volume down.
     
    Neither spoke until Alice grew wary. “What happened to the car? I thought I was going to meet you after practice?” She tried to make it not sound accusatory, but she couldn’t help but be a bit suspicious. After all, his practice normally finished around five. 
     
    “I was held up.” He was not in the mood to talk, she could tell, but Alice shot him a glance that forced him to continue. “Dean had me doing these commercials with this sports drink or something. I didn’t start practice till late.”
     
    “So, then, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you just text me that you were running late?” A million other things ran through her head, but she kept it low key. He was obviously not in the mood to play along or to share.
     
    “I’m here because I’m here. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t tell you because…” he stumbled looking for an answer. He honestly