~6~

Wesley*

I couldn't stop thinking about what Kaitlyn had said.

Did they--

Did they really did cut her?

"Send him in." I said to Rodrigo who went out and later came back in with the head of police.

"Sir..."

"You heard all what the girl said.. right?"

"Sir.. "

" Did you cut her with a knife? "

" Sir... "

" Answer the damn question! " I hit my fists on the table causing some of the files to fall on the floor.

"You said we could torture her.."

"But I never said do it with a knife... What if she had died? And you didn't even give her any food! "

" Sir.. "

" Get the fuck out of my office... And you stay the hell away from Kaitlyn... Is that clear? "

" Y.. yes sir. " He bowed his head briefly before leaving.

" Sir.. should I get you something to drink?" Rodrigo asked me.

" No I'm fine." I couldn't stop imagining about what Kaitlyn had said. What if they really did hurt her?

Shit..

Why am I so worked up about a girl..a tomboy..who doesn't give two shits about her damn self...

"I... I need to go." I picked up my suit jacket and headed to the exit of my office.

" Where to sir?"

"My penthouse. Then send Cassie in. I need to unstress."

" Yes sir."

* * * * * *

" So you really did tell her that?" Laurel who was sipping on a glass of juice directed the question to me.

"You heard him right." Liam chirped in and continued feasting on his food.

We were having lunch at one of the Cooper's resort and spa. I related to them all that happened and as usual they ditched my plans again.

"Well, it isn't too bad though. Your plan." Liam raised his face to meet my gaze. I hadn't even touched my plate yet. I was just hoping they'll see my plans a little bit reasonable. I mean I tried reasoning with her.

"But are you really gonna kick her ass?" Laurel asked again.

"It's boxing Laurel. There's no going gentle. And besides, she's not even a girl.."

" But she still has girly feelings... I mean..she talks like a girl." Laurel scowled at me.

" Kind of. But her punches hurts! Damn! I could swear those weren't girl's."

" That means she's gonna kick your ass.." Liam grinned.

" We'll see about that."

" But does that mean... you're really going to compensate for all they've lost?"

My breath hang in my throat. I hadn't really thought about that. Was I really going to do that for someone who humiliated me and even told me to lick the ground she walks on?

"Only if she'll be able to win against me. As we know that won't happen." My tone sounded rude to me.

" So your plan is to humiliate her?" Laurel asked me again,her face scowling.

A slow smirk played across my lips. "In front of herself. Don't take it too serious Laurel, it's just boxing..In my ring.. she'll just have to be reduced into a pile of shame, nothing more."

" You really are Wesley aren't you?" That scowling look was still on her face.

" The one and only." I grinned and lifted my glass.

"Cheers to that." Liam joined me by raising his glass of wine up before Laurel raised hers lazily and we collided our glasses together.

* * * * * *

Kaitlyn*

"Are you really going to do this Kai?" Louis asked me as she escorted me down the streets. I had finally decided to do it...to do what Wesley Cooper had asked me of, since it was the only key to starting a new life. For the past four days,I hadn't stopped training, hoping it'll be the way for me to actually beat Wesley Cooper when I very well know that I won't be able to. I lied to Mom and Kaitlyn that I was going for a job hunt and as expected,they agreed.

"Louis, I have no choice."

"Kai you do. You do have a choice." Her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she cupped my face in her palm. "You're making a huge mistake. The world out there is not for you..not for us. And your wounds have not even healed yet."

" Louis.., I'm sorry but my mind is made up. It's either this or poverty for the rest of our lives."

I took out my phone and dialed the number Wesley Cooper had given me.

"Wesley Cooper speaking, who's this and how did you get my number?" His authoritative voice came through.

Arrogant jerk.

" It's me."

The phone went silent for a while before he finally spoke up. "Kaitlyn Grey?"

The way my name rolled out of his tongue made my stomach twist in an old manner. I didn't want to say this but I could get use to him calling my name...everyday.

Where had that come from?

"Yes it's me."

"So I suspect you've finally given it a thought and..."

" Yes I agree. " I could bet he was smirking right now.

" Where are you?"

"What?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at..."

" Don't bother. I know. Just wait there."

" But why should I.. " He hung up.

What a rude jerk!

After five minutes of waiting and saying goodbye to Louis, a car suddenly pulled up at where I stood close to road. I quickly examined my body to see if I was okay and I was. Dressed in a small faded jeans and black Humpty t-shirt that covered my bruises, I could say I was good. But the jeans was too tight. It hugged my hips too tight and I was afraid it'll burst out from stop much clungness. Louis had borrowed me this jeans and even though she was fatter than me a little bit, the jeans fitted me more than her because of my curves.

The car suddenly pulled off in front of me as the window glass lowered down and exposed a driver and a man dressed in blue tucked shirt.

"You're Kaitlyn Grey right?"

"Yes?" I eyed the man suspiciously.

"Boss said we should bring you to him."

"How am I sure that you're not kidnapping me?"

"Here." He handed a phone to me and I pressed it closer to my ear.

" Get in the car.. Grey."

So it was Wesley who sent them to pick me up.

How gentlemanly of him..

Gentleman.. my ass.

I opened the passenger door and entered as I slammed the door shut beside me as the engine of the car roared softly like sweet music and the car pulled out of our streets.

I have never been in such an expensive car before and looking at now, it smells so much like luxury. And it was fully air-conditioned.

The car slowed down at the entrance of the most beautiful resort ever. It had a label on it..and a signboard too..

Cooper's resort and spa.

We entered and I couldn't stop gawking at the resort. I have never been to a such a resort before and the people in the resort, I could recognize them as Hollywood's stars and celebrities.

Wow...

The car stopped and my feet got down on its own accord. I couldn't stop admiring the exquisite beauty of the resort..so breathtaking beautiful. If Wesley Cooper owns this place, then that guy could certainly be more than filthy rich.

"Follow me." The man in blue said and I hastily troded behind him. I couldn't stop admiring the resort. I was sure lounging here for an hour would probably cost me a year's salary from Mr Dober. The place was far too expensive and luxurious for ordinary people like me.

"Wow!!" I couldn't help but exclaimed at the beauty of the hall. We entered an elevator and it felt so much like heaven.

I troded behind him absentmindedly and I nearly bumped into him when we reached our stop.

"In there.." he gestured to the high French doors in front of me.

"Wait a second.."

What the hell was Wesley Cooper doing here in an hotel?

Is here where the boxing ring is?

I should have known that he had other intentions and I swear if he pulls off a stunt, I wouldn't think twice before breaking his head.

I gently opened the doors and what I saw nearly made my breath hung in my throat.

Wesley was was standing right there, jabbing a punching bag... mouthwatering handsome and...shirtless.

I couldn't help the saliva that spurred down my lips on seeing him shirtless. He was the full definition of abs and biceps. He looked as if he worked out every single day otherwise there was no way someone could maintain such a body without working out every single day. On nocticing my presence, he stopped and turned to face me with a smirk as he took off the boxing gloves and sauntered toward me.

He raised his hand and ran his fingers through his front curled hair as he cajoled toward me like a sexy model posing for a walking shot.

"Well well well. Thought you'd never make it." Was the first word that rolled down his lips as he gulped down the whole contents of a bottle of water.

"Well. Well...um..you said.." I stuttered. The look on his face was making me nervous like hell.

"I didn't want to take you to a more open place..so it'll just be the two of us here in that stage." He pointed to the boxing ring across the punching bag.

"Okay. So when can we start? I need to finish on time and go home." I said snappishly as I tugged a strand of hair off my face.

What style had Louis exactly packed my hair into?

Messy buns.. I guess.

His eyes roamed from my face down to the curve of my slender neck...then to my chest.. I hadn't tied my boobs up today because of Mom so I was sure he had nocticed them. His eyes continued the examination as it rolled down to my waist and down to my hips .. then to my exposed legs and I swear I saw him gulp before his gaze settled on my face completely.

"You don't look bad. At least you're better now..far more better when you're in your guy's clothes." He said after eyeing me from head to toe.

Did he just compliment me?

"No thanks because I actually prefer those more than these." I said simply.

"Had lunch yet?" He asked me with a raised brow.

" Huh?" Was he really asking me that?

Why is he being so nice all of a sudden?

"I'm not nice if that's what you're thinking Miss Grey, without food, you'll be more of a munchron in the Ring." He read my thoughts amusedly.

" Umm .."

What should I say?

I mean it'll be once in a lifetime opportunity so I guess...

"No thanks. I'm okay." Deep down I knew I lied but I didn't want him to think of me as an easygoing person even though I wasn't.

"Great!" He exclaimed and palmed his hands together. "We'll start then."

Finally...

Here it comes...

It's either this or poverty forever...

After wearing the hand wrap, he threw me a pair of short and singlet.

I eyed the clothing before throwing it back to him.

"I'm not wearing these? Are you mad?! What made you think I'll wear these?!" I asked in a very rude tone.

" Because you're a stupid girl." Despite my tone he still responded in an amused manner.

"I'm not.." I folded my hands then looked away.

"Then why do you have body endowments?"

I snapped my hand to his gaze immediately.

"Excuse me? Where you ogling me all these while?"

He smirked. "I observe all my opponents."

" Good for you but I'm not wearing these." I threw the clothes at him. " It's like dressing naked." I hissed before wearing the boxing gloves and walking to the Ring.

He followed immediately and wore his own pair of gloves.. still shirtless.

This is going to be one hell of a boxing..

I cleared my throat before asking "where's the cornerman?"

"It's just you and me...." His eyes held an amused glitter In them. Louis was right. I had made a big mistake by coming here.

"Start..." He muttered and I aimed at him. Delivering a slight blow to his ribs, he in return punched my gloves hard.

"You really aim well... don't you Grey?"

"Really well." I smirked and jabbed again in his lower rib. He groaned before giving be a blow in my stomach.

Ouch..

We continued jabbing each other and before we knew it, I grabbed his head into a headlock as he grabbed both my arms making me wince out in pain for my wounds were not yet healed.

Despite me wincing, he didn't stop there rather he tightened his hands on my arms and carried me till I landed on the floor. I closed my eyes and rolled onto my back as all my body continued aching in pain.

"Kaitlyn?" I heard him call out my name.

"Kait.. you're bleeding."

I quickly opened my eyes to see blood oozing from the shirt I wore, onto the floor.

I got up and staggered while holding the shirt against my body to hide any clue of my wounds.

"Kait.. you're.."

"Stay away from me." I held out my hand to create the distance between us.

"What do you mean stay away from you.. you're bleeding! Fuck!" He cursed as he took off his boxing gloves and ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly.

"I told you that they cut me in jail...,were you deaf when I said it?" I said in my defense.

" Don't you dare insult me..you knew your wounds were not healed but you still came here for what? To prove what point? So I'd feel pity for you and say you've won without you having to fight for it?"

How dare him say that to me?

Did he think I'd come here using my wounds as an excuse?

For hell's sake, I only came here so I could provide a means of survival for my family. How dare him?

"Screw you and screw this..." I took off the boxing gloves along with the hand wrap and threw them across the room.

I headed for the door with my blurry visions as I became very lightheaded. I wasn't able to reach the exit of the room before completely giving in to my weariness and collapsing on the floor.

* * * * * *

I opened my eyes and saw myself in a pink and white room, on a king sized bed. The room was heavily decorated and designed with the beautiful pink curtains that biased the floor to ceiling windows. Huge French doors were at the far most edge of the room while a huge TV set hung on the wall. The colour of the bedsheets were the same as the colour of the small rug under the crystal table In the room.

The room had a Disney princess setting.

Where the hell am I?

Am I in a dream world or something...

Hobbling down from the bed, I saw that I was no longer in my former clothes but I now dressed in a fresh pair of shorts and white huge t-shirt that smelled expensive and cologne. They smelled male and sweet... Almost like vanilla and that was when realization sank in.

The clothes smelled like Wesley Cooper!

Memories of what happened earlier flashed in my memory and that was I knew I had really fainted in the Ring. But how did I get here?

That I did not know.

Sauntering out of the room, I found myself walking down a never-ending royal staircase.

I found myself in some of paradise... that's how I could explain it because everywhere was amazingly beautiful.

The should be the living room because the expensive sofas, couches and the table that sat in the middle of the room with the 360 inched TV that sat across on a wall. The fully furnished apartment is decked out in custom one-of-a-kind furniture pieces, wall coverings and white oaked hardwood floors. Walking over to where the floor to ceiling glass window is, I found myself gazing out at the beautiful and incredible view of the vast Hollywood hills including the famous Hollywood sign and breathtaking sunsets to the West not to talk about the beautiful sight of the waterfall that laid low down from the building. I could literally see half of the world from here so where the hell am I?

Unless Wesley Cooper has something to do with this...

"Oh you're awake." A woman who looked in her early fourties appeared from now where.

"Umm... Please. Where am I?" I found myself asking.

" Oh so you don't know that. Anyways, I'm Marian, I'm the chef here and in accordance to my job, I would first ask you what you'd like for dinner." She spoke in a slight french accent.

Dinner?

How long have I been here?

"Umm, Marian..thanks but first I would really like to know where am I and how long I've been here."

" You've been here for the past nine hours. You were unconscious when Sir brought you in and he even had to call the doctor to check up on you."

Sir?

I checked my body and that was when I saw that all my wounds were bandaged and plastered.

"Umm but where am I? And where are my clothes? These aren't my clothes."

" Marian you can go back to kitchen now." I quickly recognized the owner of the voice as the man emerged from another part in the house.

"Wesley?"

He was now dressed in a black Gucci t-shirt that strained his biceps and a pair of black joggers. He looked like a white walking sex God with his hair wet and curling down his face. He looked like he had just taken a shower.

"It looks like you're awake now. You really did pull off a hard stunt.. didn't you? "

" What do you mean? And where the hell am I? Where are my clothes? "

" Relax Kait. Gretchen helped change you into those." He gestured to my clothes.

" Who owns this shirt?" I eyed him suspiciously.

" I figured since you only do men's clothing, I borrowed you my shirt but the short isn't mine. "

I sauntered closer to him." Who the hell is Gretchen?"

"My housecleaner."

"Wait your what? " I must have heard him wrong.

"I thought you were a little bit smart but you are as dumb as they come."

" I'm in your house?!" My eyes widened in shock.

"That means you're not that dumb..Actually you're in my penthouse."

I chuckled bitterly. I must be dreaming.

"I'm in your shirt and in your house?"

"Hm hm." He nodded with an amused look.

"How the hell did I get here? "

* * * * * *

Anna.