Stephany’s P.O.V.
I hated all this. I hated hitting Noah. For the past three days, he was the one who was sparring with me along with James. James was weaker than Noah but still, he had some techniques that he used during our fight to make me think about new moves. He always tried to hit me at my weaker points. He had seen all my fights before and he damn knew all my weaknesses very well. He never won though.
“Uhhhh”, I grunted when again I hit the ground badly straight by face. Noah again stroked me again at my weak side. “Come on, Steph… you can do better than this”, I could sense the frustration in his voice. We were sparring for 5 minutes and I fell down I didn’t know how many times during in these 5 minutes.
We both were alone in the gym right now. We had on
