Harry was in the gym today, Lacey was at her flat probably waiting for him, but he choose to stay late again and practice because he felt he needed it and he also really didn't want to face Lacey again. After a few days with her, he'd gotten tired of her, but Matt said she needed to stick around, so he let her. He never brought her home though; he'd visit her when he had to for the public, but that was it. Harry struck the bag again hard and waited for it to swing back before striking again. It was nearly 9 p.m. and the gym was slowly becoming less occupied. A voice behind the overly-worked curly headed boxer, though, caused him to stop.
"So, this is what you've become, Harry? Bitter and alone with some slut at your side for a good image? I thought I taught you better." Harry sneered, tur
