arrogance radiating from him.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said, her voice calm and steady. It was a polite dismissal, one she hoped
would be enough.
But Marcus couldn't let it go. His ego demanded submission. "Come on now, don't be shy," he
mocked, leaning against the neighboring bag. "I've seen girls like you. You come in, hit the bag for
ten minutes, take a selfie for Instagram, and leave. Why don't you step in the ring? Let the champ
give you a quick lesson."
The gym had gone quiet. The rhythmic thud of training had stopped as eyes turned toward the
confrontation. Marcus was a bully, and everyone knew it, but no one dared to cross the state