His Regret: The Billionaire's Untamed Wife

Chapter 9

Leah

What was he doing here?

First Evan, now him?

I didn't have the time to be surprised as she launched at me again.

This time, I ducked, and spun, landing a blow on the same spot she had hit me.

She looked visibly shocked that I had gotten her, and from the gasps around, I quickly understood why.

"That's my girl!" Chloe screamed, her voice echoing in the now quiet room.

Gertrude raised a brow, bringing her gloved hand to the spot I had hit. "Not bad. Could use a little brushing up."

I scrunched my nose, aiming again, but with a lower punch that sent her flying into the ring ropes.

My brows shot up as I leaped towards her, my heart sliding down to my stomach from fear. I hadn't meant to hit her that hard!

But she got to her feet, a stone-cold expression on her face. "Same time tomorrow?"

It took me a whole five seconds to understand what she was talking about, and I found myself nodding in agreement. "Yeah. I could use a little bit of brushing up."

Her expression cracked for a second. "Ever wondered about joining the center? We have a few in-house and out-house tournaments, and not many women play on this side."

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "You think I can compete?"

She shrugged, then pointed behind her at a man behind a register. "Sign up there, and maybe I could think about having a trainee."

She was walking away before her words fully registered.

"Wait!" I called, but she turned into a corner, and before I could follow, a voice stopped me.

"That was impressive."

Three words. But I didn't expect the explosion of butterflies in my belly as I turned to face him.

Now, even if I was sober as hell, the man still looked every bit like the forbidden fruit I definitely wanted to eat.

He had on a charcoal black business suit, and a crisp grey shirt inside. There was no tie in sight, but the wrinkle around the collar of his shirt told me he had one not so long ago.

My gaze moved to his lips, and I felt a sizzle of warmth as I remembered how they had felt and tasted...

I immediately groaned in frustration, forcing my gaze away from his lips and up to his eyes.

Big mistake.

"You left."

The way he said it, like it was an accusation, and like he cared that I did.

A frown formed on my brows. I didn't care if he did or not, it had been a mistake, and I wasn't going to repeat it.

"Good morning to you too." I croaked, feigning nonchalance as I walked away from the boxing area.

I had to give it to the gym goers. As soon as Gertrude left, everyone went back to minding their business.

"Why did you leave?"

I stopped walking at his question and turned to him, my ears ticking.

"What do you mean? We had a one-night stand, just like any other person. And when morning came, I left. You didn't have to come all the way here to ask me that!" I snapped, getting angry by the minute.

How did he even know where I was?

Casper's expression was blank as he gazed down at me. "And who decided it was a on-night stand?"

I gasped, totally not expecting that, or the tone that came with it. "W_what?"

What did he mean?

I instinctively took a step back, my senses going off, but he reached for me, clasping strong fingers around my bare arm.

Heat sizzled from his touch, firing straight up my arms and scattering all over my body.

Oh God...

"You don't get the walk away from me, princess." he stalked closer, pulling me close. My gaze flickered sideways, noticing a few stares, but he spoke again, drawing my attention back to him. "I decide if it is a one-night stand or not."

I don't know how, but the heat was replaced by anger at those words, and I yanked my hand away from his. "I see you are every bit as arrogant as they say you are, Casper." I spat, not caring if my voice was raised and we had a small audience. "What happened was a mistake. One that will never happen again, so quit, whatever this is, and let me be. You didn't have to stalk me all the way here to spit nonsense."

I yanked my hand out of his grip, surprised it was not as tight as I imagined.

His chuckle did not reach his eyes as he stepped forward, a dark look on his face. "Oh, it will happen, again and again and again, until I say it should stop."

For the life of me, I couldn't understand why my n*****s immediately hardened at his words.

A familiar ringtone broke the tense silence between us, and I had never been so grateful for my phone as I rushed, and quickly swiped without looking at the name on the screen.

"Where the f**k are you? Granpa is in the hospital!"