Xavier black's pov
I was doing my regular workout
Sweat was dripping like water from my forehead as I did my push ups
999.
1000
1001...
My face was facing the mirror in front of me where I was watching my muscles flex with my every movement.
I was angry and I had to release it one way or the other.
That defiant girl was the reason
I slapped her
Dammit!!
I slapped a girl!!
How could I??
A real man never raises his hand on a girl
I moved on to the punching box and continued to hit it with full force.
My actions got controlled by my emotions and I hated it when I loose control
My knuckles were turning red but I did not care.
I had to punish myself and this was nothing
Next I heard Chris enter the room
"Exercise at this time?
Xav man are you alright??"
I didn't paid heed to what he was saying
That girls face kept coming in front of my eyes
Her anger
Her attitude
Her actions
Were all affecting me in a way no one ever affected me before.
I could see blood coming out of her luscious pink lips when I broke her jaw and still her defiance didn't break
No one ever looked at me like the way she did.....
A loud sound was heard
The sandbag I was hitting has fallen down on the ground and has broken from it's chains.
"Xav what are you doing!!"
Chris came towards me and held my hand from which blood was dripping
But I didn't cared
"Xav calm down! What happened??"
I ignored him and instead I left
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