MR. ZAYN

Chapter 38 ~ Training

"As you wish baby, but I'm warning you, don't cry if you get hurt."

"I'm not a cry baby mister Matteo."
He scoffed.

"We'll see. Come baby, fight me. I'll just dodge. Show me your strength, if you have any." He mocked.

I raised my eyesbrows. "Don't test me mister Matteo."
"Talk less honey. Fight me."

That one made me angry.
"Talk less? I'll whoop your ass mister fucking Matteo. Acting like a little child."

I tried to punch him but he dodged every punch. The arrogant smirk on his face made me loose control.

"Stand still you little child!"
"No one is standing still when they are being attacked honey."
I was panting by now. Jeez this man.

Wait maybe this will work.
I bend down, and pretended as if I was really tired.

"Tired already?" He asked as he bended down to look me in the eyes.
"No." And with that I punched him right on his jaw.

His eyes turned a few shades darker. Didn't expect it I guess.
"Wrong move baby."
"What? Did it hurt?" I mocked. Good job Jasmine, you made him furious now.

Shit, the corner of his lip was bleeding.
"Your lip. It's bleeding."

"Don't come near me." He removed it with his thumb.

"Really into it, aren't you?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe."

"My turn. Dodge me if you can."
Okay, I have to be honest. My legs were kinda shaking now. Is he really going to fight me like a man. Maybe I shouldn't have challenged him.

The first punch was right on my upperarm.
"Ouch!"
"Wanna quit already?" His sinister smirk appeared again.

"No! Was that everything you've got?" Why did I say that? It did really hurt.

He approached me again, slowly. Meanwhile I was trying to dodge him. He moved with his arm making me jump back.
"I dodged you!"
"Even Valentino would be able to dodge that one." He spat back.

"Than show me your strength real man, and talk less."
He shook his head in disbelief.

"Really craving it."
He punched me with his fist on my shoulder making me stumble. As I looked at my shoulder, he punched me again on my other shoulder causing me to turn around.

I felt his kick at the back of my knee (I dunno what that spot is called), making me fall on my face.

I heard him laughing like he had won the lottery.
"What are you laughing at?" I whined.
My body, it was aching so bad.

"Don't challenge me Jasmine."
"I will keep challenging you mister Matteo."
"Still haven't enough?"
I stood up.

"No." Damn my face, oef that hurts.
"Fight me like a real man."
"Are you crazy Jasmine? I kicked you just with only 5% of my strength and you were already whining. I won't fight with you like a real man."

"Then you aren't a real man I guess."
"Shut up Jasmine, just shut up. You are just trying to get into a fight with me now."

"Says the biggest jeaulous child here. I'm glad I made that bet with you. We bet about 2 days but I'm sure I'll even manage it for a year."
He made me angry.

"I'm not craving your body either. Get out." His fists were already ready to punch their next victim.

"Not craving my body? Kiss my arse. As if I'm craving yours so badly. Don't talk to me for the whole week!"
"Shut up then, and get out!"