Free The Fight Club by P.A. Jones Page A

me.
    Suddenly I saw Noah walking out on Rose. She called his name so loud that all the people in the restaurant looked at her. But Noah didn't come back.
    "She’s alone now." Tony stared at Rose. "I should ask her to join us. Do you mind?"
    I did mind, but I didn’t want to tell him no. "It's okay. Go ahead and ask her to join us."
    Tony thanked me with a smile and walked to her. They talked for a few minutes, but then she stood and left the restaurant.
    "She didn't want to disturb us." Tony came back glumly.
    "Do you think she’ll listen if I talk to her?"
    "I doubt that. Leave her alone."
    Tony ordered continental dishes for us. The food tasted awesome, and for the first time, I enjoyed being in L.A.
    "I'm extremely happy with the food. Thanks for the dinner, Tony,” I said in appreciation.
    "Would you go out with me tomorrow evening?" Tony asked, looking worried.
    "What place?"
    "I will tell you once we get there."
    He was putting me in a tight place now. He expected too much from me already. If he was thinking about a relationship, then he was going to fall on his face. I wasn't ready. I thought it would be better to tell him the truth rather than break his heart later.
    "Tony, I'm sorry to bring this up after such delicious food, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now,” I said.
    "Oh.” His face became confused. "Wait, what did you say? What sort of relationship are you talking about?"
    "I can understand your hints, Tony. Please, don't try to show me that you are naïve." He was irritating me now.
    His expression became shocked. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry if you felt that way. But I wasn’t trying to hit on you. I actually need a help. I'm not looking for a relationship either. My complete focus is on the league next year." He took a deep breath.
    "Are you sure about that?" I was still skeptical.
    "Please believe me, Julie. It's not what you think.” He made his puppy face again.
    I sighed. “Okay. So what do you need my help with?”

Chapter 13
    Julie
    Noah was already there when I entered the club the next day, practicing in the ring. For a moment, I froze. I didn't remember seeing him that determined before. He had the technique, but he lacked the practice. If I focused on his weak spots, he would be good. He could even fight in a league. I would’ve loved to work with him, if only he wasn't mean.
    You are a professional, Julie. And you can't let your personal issues cloud your judgment. Professional me was debating with the emotional me, because I had almost made up my mind to ditch Noah.
    What should I do? Maybe I would find the answer if I did some yoga. I skipped Noah's ring and went to the third floor. I needed some alone time.
    "What are you doing here?" Noah walked into the workout room when I was starting my fifth round of yoga meditation.
    I put a finger on my mouth to shut him up. I then got up, and walked outside so we could talk.
    "It's a meditation room. You’re not supposed to talk inside there,” I told him, irritated.
    "Why did you avoid me?" He cocked his brow. His jaw was firm, and his eyes focused on mine.
    "Because you’re a jerk."
    "You aren’t acting professional, Julie. You’re my trainer." He grabbed my hand, eyes full of possessiveness.
    "I'm not yours, Noah." I pulled my arm out of his grasp. I didn't like the way he talked with me. He behaved like he fucking owned me.
    "I meant you’re my exclusive trainer."
    He scared me by the raw emotions I saw in his eyes. I didn’t say anything.
    "Are you coming to spar, or do you need some more time?" he asked.
    "I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
    "Great." He left cockily.
    ***
    He was in the ring when I came downstairs. Today, I could see he wore a locket. That locket was a unique one. I felt like I’d seen it somewhere before. In some movie, maybe.
    "You can't wear that in here," I said, pointing it out.
    "I don't care what you think about it. I will not remove it just because you say so."
    "They won't let you wear