Angeles
Fifty-three.
Fifty-four.
Fifty-five....
"Shit." She muttered on her back, a laugh came from Carlyle and I glanced over to see her on her back staring at the ceiling.
She wore a pair of tiny work out shorts and a tank top, I hated seeing her get pinned down by Lyle and I hated the way he'd brush her thigh off every time she got back up.
He stepped back when he caught my eyes and I looked away not wanting her to see me focused on her. Clearly she doesn't want anything to do with me, I'll stay out of her way and she'll stay out of mine.
"You're a lot better than Lailah, and she's been training for years." Carlyle said while Lai shoved his shoulder. She rolled her eyes, "He's actually a horrible coach." She mutt
