Jamila
In the following days, I trained with Nicholas. He suggested getting my body ready for the shift, but I was weak and didn't know anything about fighting. So, we had to start from the basics. Nicholas isn't as mean to me, and we spend a lot of time training together when he isn't at work or when he's out in the evening.
"That's enough for today. I should leave now," he says, throwing a shirt over his body.
" Where do you go in the evening, at the same time? " I ask, drinking water from my bottle.
" None of your business," he says and leaves the gym. I follow him to his bedroom suite. He turns his head to me, frowning.
" Why are you here?" he asks, annoyance written on his face.
" I'm bored staying alone all the time here. Can I come with you?" I ask.
" No," he says as he
