Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Chapter 161.

"Great. Just great"

Aaron rolls his shoulders slightly.

"And just so you know," he adds casually, "he meant what he said."

"About what?"

"Me not going easy on you."

I glare at him.

"You Traitor."

Aaron smirks.

"Ready?"

I raise my hands again.

"Let’s get this over with."

Aaron rolls his shoulders once, loosening them.

"Alright," he says.

I stare at him.

"You’re actually going to continue?"

"You heard him."

Aaron raises one eyebrow.

I sigh heavily and drag my hands down my face.

"Fantastic."

He gestures to the mat.

"Come on."

I step back onto it reluctantly, stretching my arms out a little to shake off the stiffness from earlier.

Aaron watches me carefully.

"Ready?"

"No."

"Good enough."

He moves first and Unlike Zane, Aaron doesn’t strike immediately. He circles me slowly, watching my stance like he’s studying a puzzle.

"Your guard is too low," he says.

"It’s not."

"It is."

Before I can argue, he flicks his hand forward and taps my shoulder.

"See?"

"That barely counts."

"Point proven."

I grit my teeth and tighten my guard.

Aaron’s style is different from Zane’s. Zane fights like a storm....fast, aggressive and overwhelming.

Aaron is calmer and more calculated.

He attacks suddenly, I block the first strike but the second, his foot sweeps lightly behind my ankle and I hit the mat with a dull thud.

"Damn it."

He offers me a hand bt I slap it away and push myself up.

"Again."

Aaron shrugs.

"Your funeral."

The next twenty minutes are brutal, every time I think I’ve improved something, Aaron dismantles it.

My punches are too slow, my stance shifts too much and my balance is terrible. At one point he literally steps aside and lets me trip over my own momentum.

I hit the mat again hard.

"Oh my God," I groan, staring up at the ceiling. "This is humiliating."

Aaron crouches slightly above me.

"You’re improving."

"That’s a bloody lie."

"It’s not."

"You’ve knocked me down seven times."

"Eight," he corrects.

I sit up and glare at him

"You’re enjoying this aren’t you."

"Just a little."

I push myself back to my feet, breathing harder now. Sweat is sticking strands of hair to the back of my neck.

Aaron watches me again, then he says something strange.

"You know he’s not doing this for fun right?."

I pause.

"What?"

He crosses his arms loosely.

"Training you."

I frown.

"Of course he’s not doing it for fun. He’s doing it because he likes controlling people."

Aaron’s mouth twitches faintly.

"You think that’s the reason?"

"Yes."

He shakes his head.

"You really don’t see it, do you?."

"See what?"

Aaron hesitates and for a moment it looks like he might say something more. Then he steps back.

"Never mind."

"Oh no," I say immediately. "You don’t get to say that and walk away. What does that mean?"

"Focus on your stance."

"Aaron."

He gestures toward the mat again.

"Come on."

I stare at him.

"You’re unbelievable."

But I raise my hands again anyway.

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