Surprise 🎉 and Happy 3 years Anniversary of Law of Attraction!! Can you believe it's already been 3 years since I first clicked on that little orange button?! 🤯 It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago, but I'll talk about that later. 

For now, I let you enjoy a glimpse of Alex's mind and travel back to the famous fighting lessons everyone wanted to enroll for😉

*Chapter 14 in Alex's POV*

'What you doing, dude?! Logan just started his fight! You're missing something!'

I shake my head, knowing that with Cameron's detailed commenting, I won't need to be there to picture the scene.

'Gotta do without me. Busy today.'

As soon as my text is sent, I set my phone in silent mode, though I still catch the two immediate replies popping in the group chat from Cameron and Dylan.

'Who's the chick you're fucking today?'

'Or the bastard you're trashing?'

"Hi." A soft voice brings me out of my phone screen, and I put it away without a second glance as I slowly lift my head.

"Hi, Miss Clumsy..."

Elena Garcia, she's the reason I'm busy this afternoon, and as my gaze travels down her slim, petite silhouette, I quickly realize she is the one fucking with my mind and trashing all my insides.

"It's okay my outfit? I didn't know what to wear for a fighting lesson..." She pulls me back to her innocent doe eyes, completely oblivious to the sinful trail of my thoughts with her choice of outfit, and even more when my eyes come back to her flushed cheeks and that lower lip she's biting once again.

"Perfect..." 

That's the word for that neckline exposing her smooth skin and these two moles that seem to point the way lower, and those tight leggings... I can't resist letting my gaze wander down these perfect legs one more time.

I've never been able to forget that one time she's shown up in little shorts, and now, I'll have one more image to haunt my lonely nights.

There is just one thing that isn't to my taste: that jacket hiding too much, but I'll find a way to take it down... for the fight, of course. 

I try to remember why she's here in that tempting outfit as I nod to my bike, and she sits there as if it's always been her place.

I'll definitely use that ride to clear my thoughts. Who am I kidding? With her warm body wrapped around me, my dirty mind is taking off faster than the roar of my motorcycle, and it's only when we're standing in front of the gym that the fighting lessons really come back to my mind.

The familiar creak of the door, the shadows of the hallway contrasting with the bright sun outside, and the smell of sweat always put my mind in fighting mode, my muscles tickling with the need to let off the steam.

Though it's another kind of steam tingling me when I turn back to Elena with a large grin. "Welcome to my playground!"

She hasn't moved from her spot by the door, glancing around with large eyes as if every item was a torture device. Okay, the punching balls, weights, and ropes might be so different from the world she's used to. She almost looks like a little kitten, and the beast I usually am between these four concrete walls becomes careful and comforting as I approach her.

"Come here, don't be scared." I grab her hand, still not used to the silky smoothness of her skin and the strong tingles it creates against my rugged one, and I point to the corner to make her put down her bag and that famous jacket like I'd planned.

Yet even if my fingers are itching to take it off myself, I let her do it, watching captivated every inch of skin it exposes: her pale shoulders, her slender arms, more cleavage... It almost unfolds in slow-motion, and it's the exact opposite of my rough movements when I get rid of my leather jacket. 

While she resembles a graceful princess in those romance movies, she looks at me like I'm the villain, ready to leap on his prey, which might be possible when her cheeks are that rosy, tempting shades, just like her lips, and I can't help but smirk as I step closer.

"So, are you ready?"

"Er... I don't know..."

Here we are, her legendary 'er'. She's probably the only person on earth making this hesitant sound cute. But I don't want her hesitant and shy with me, and even less scared.

I know she is hiding a badass inside, and that's the one I'm looking for as I dive my gaze into hers, trying to be reassuring. "Don't worry, we'll start slow. I'll explain it to you."

"You're the teacher..."

That's my girl, and as she holds my stare, I can glimpse the flames behind the hazel shades, and fuck, I want to light that fire.

I clear my throat before announcing solemnly, "The first rule to know is..." I'm enjoying a little too much the breath she's holding as I draw out the silence. "... There is no rule in street fighting and self-defense. You can use whatever you want and whatever you have, and aim every part of your opponent."

"Whatever you want?!" she gasps, the creases appearing between her eyebrows making my smirk fall down. "So when you do street fights for money, you can use knives and other weapons?!"

"No, not for them, but for self-defense and other unprepared fights, you can." I shrug, watching the relief wash slowly her frown away as she breathes out.

"Okay."

Is she worried about me? I'm used to people being scared of me, and not for me, and I don't know why, but this thought makes my chest flutter open, the opposite way it has shriveled in the last week, the opposite way it's shriveling as I continue with the 'lesson'.

"And the other important thing is to always stay alert."

"Yeah, I noticed that!"

Flashes of last Sunday cross my mind... the way I've gripped her soft body and how close I've been to hurt her... the look of terror in her wide eyes... It has barely lasted a second, but the freezing rush is still spreading in my veins.

"That's a lot of rules for 'no rule'..." She pulls me out of my thoughts with a... smirk?

For once, she is the one smirking, and the deviousness at the corner of these pink lips is enough to warm up any remaining shiver.

I can't even understand it. I know I've scared her. She's avoided me all week, even if she's clumsily tried to deny it, and when I've expected she would never want to see me again, she is here; the shy girl afraid of chemistry practicals is holding my gaze and seeing through me, far past my rough facade of gang leader.

Though I shouldn't be surprised after she's asked me for fighting lessons yesterday, after she's climbed on my bike, and all the times she's left me breathless. She is full of surprises, and I definitely want to see more as I return her playful smile.

"Ha Ha... It's not a rule but an advice." I lean closer as it's my turn to dive into her gaze. "But if you're so clever, then we'll start practice... Show me how you fight. Try to get to me!"

Her smile slowly disappears, just like the color from her cheeks and her confidence, and I can already see the wheels spinning in her head, but there's no way I will let the surprising and badass Elena slip away.

"Come on! I won't hold it against you, and I owe you for Sunday!" I give her a smile, and even if one corner is coming down with the bitterness of the memory, it's enough to convince her.

She even surprises me with a punch before I even see it coming, though I still dodge it anyway, just like all her other punches and kicks. She doesn't give up, and each time her fist lifts, it gains more strength and speed, while her cheeks are finding back their flushed colors. Yet this time, it isn't shyness; it's frustration, and it's even cuter, and sexier as her eyes are narrowing with boldness, and I can glimpse that fire inside.

I could keep watching her and avoid her punches forever, but I don't want to tire her already, so I stop smoothly her fist.

"Okay, I saw."

"I'm really bad... I can't defend myself..." The little kitten is back as she winces, her shoulders slumping down with probably another wall of insecurity.

But she should know that when I fight, nothing stops me, so I will pierce through these walls, and first, I search in her eyes for a way in as I step closer.

"I'm sure you would totally be able to defend yourself and kick the shit out of whoever would attack you, in case of emergency." I smile as her head slowly lifts up, and this time, my finger is pointing for her chest. "Hey! You're a badass inside!"

"I'm not sure..."

"And it's a good thing you don't know yet, that's why I'm here to teach you!"

She shakes her head, though her shy smile already feels like a victory, and it turns into a soft laugh when I add,

"And I promise after my lessons, you'll be able to kick the ass of whoever tries to fuck with you!"

I'm only half-kidding, but if it can make her relax a little as we really start the 'lesson'...

"First, never put your thumb inside when you make a fist, unless you want it to end up broken." I lift her fist that my hand is still engulfing completely.

It's surreal how small and smooth her hands are, and even clenched into a fist, there's nothing violent or harsh about them. It just looks like they're made to hold a precious and rare treasure. Though we don't judge a book by its cover, and fighting is more about technique than strength.

That's why I, one by one, replace her fingers into a proper fist, my movements as slow and careful as I can, and the simple gesture is taking all my concentration, straining on all my muscles, and accelerating the beats of my heart. 

My hands aren't used to moving so gently, to touching such delicate things, and yet, once her fist is clenched in a proper fighting stance, I find myself walking around her, my fingers reaching for the pale skin of her shoulders.

"And now, your posture."

I'm close enough to catch the imperceptible shiver going down her spine, and close enough for her to hear me clearly as I lower my voice.

"Keep your shoulders down..." My fingers dig a little more in her skin to push her shoulders down, and in reply, she sucks in a shallow breath that only pushes her chest up.

I feel like the biggest fraud as I continue, "Just relax..."

Even my voice sounds strained, every part of me is as the tensions are growing in both our bodies and traveling through the inch separating us. It's like a proton and an electron nearing each other. Of course, she is the positive force, and although I know the explosion our collision would lead to, the charged electron I am can't resist the attraction.

Slowly, I let my fingers trail down her arms, chasing the goosebumps running on her skin until the tip of her hands, and then, I catch firmly her hips.

"Your feet need to be firmly planted in the ground."

She's doing exactly the contrary, and I try to resist the urge to pull her flush to me as my fingers play just a few inches down the outside of her thighs. Though it's even better when she leans by herself against me, and I'm right above her ear to whisper,

"Perfect..." That's the word for the feeling of her body so soft under my fingertips, and I have to pull away before I decide to teach her another kind of physical activity.

"And always stay focused." I'm saying this to myself as much as to her.

But when I hear the throaty breath she lets out, her body almost following mine for a second, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one struggling.

I can't even hide my smirk as I come back in front of her and her flushed cheeks, and I would kill to know what she's thinking as she peers up at me, the glazed hazel turning brighter when she meets my cocked eyebrow. I'm burning under the sparks of fire in her eyes, and even more as they're lingering on my cocky smile until it almost melts down, like my whole unfazed guard actually.

So I quickly shake out of whatever sweet trance she's pulled me in and continue,

"You have to always sense the next moves of your opponent, and anticipate yours, even when you're dodging his."

That's what I'm doing as I teach her the basic punches and kicks, dodging the closeness, for now...

It takes time to make a little kitten fully at ease or to spark a fire, and that's a good thing because I have all day.

Besides, time goes by fast when I'm around Elena. She learns quickly, growing more confident in her movements and listening carefully to my advice.

But more than this, it's the way she appears genuinely interested and doesn't judge whatever I'm saying. When most people see a violent outlet for a thug to let out his anger and gain money, she sees beyond, the pain and sweat I've pulled, and she looks at me with much more shine in her eyes than I deserve. 

Soo... do you still want to enroll for Alex's fighting lessons? 😏

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I'll see you in next chapter because even if we all know what happens next, I know we're all curious about what is going through Alex's head 😉👀