After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

led of unwashed wraps, leather, and the distinct metallic tang of bloo

guy at the counter, a retired heavyweight with a nose that had been broken thre

s, changed into a pair of worn leggings and a l

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Thorne's nephew.

past life, Julian had hit on her at a char

looking for a trainer.

ag. He appreciated the curve of her wa

utting on his bes

llar next to her bag. "You're hittin

t stop. Jab.

she said,

lian. I don't think I'v

y, Auro

loser. "Come on. Let me buy you a protein sha

gloved hand. She turned to face

your wrist if you hit the bag with that

me? I've been boxing f

nching bags, Aurora said. "Your wrap is too lo

as being lectured by a gi

hit this bag harder than you ever could. If I do, you ha

e began to unwrap her hand

five! Julia

said. C

ed to show off. He wanted to impress

l his weight into it, his form sloppy, his thum

swu

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't the bag. It

his hand to his chest. He doub

She picked up h

ou, sh

t him toward t

ped, tears in hi

led back over her shoulder. "And tell your U

the pain for a second. "H

r. She disappeared

g his swelling wrist. He fumbled for his p

as? Julia

? Elias's voice wa

rist. And... I met a crazy woman. Sh

silence on t

her, El

don't know, like she was looking t

sound that might

manded. "I will send Graves to

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ing to drop everything for a

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er again...

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