Introduction
I'm Elijah Holmes, and I'm being held captive by Yavana Estes with every influence of her body. I'm not sure how an attractive, wealthy, and well-known boxer athlete like myself fell fascinated with this woman. But no matter what I try to get her to pay attention to me, she doesn't want to—
When all I want is for people to confide her with the following words every time she dances on stage. All I desire to heed is their words about the—
Swan's sway over her paragon Boxer.
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Chapter 1
Elijah POV
"FUCK!" I yelled back as my trainer, Albert, punched me in return. I want to touch my face, but it's against the rules to do so when you're actually in the ring. No matter how much I want to kick or cheat, it is not possible because whoever is fair will win regardless of whether you win or lose.
"WOO-HOO! IT'S YAVANA; THE PROUD ELIJAH HAS LOST FOCUS AGAIN!" One of my pals yelled as I saw Yavana and her buddies pass past our room.
"SHIT!" I moved away and was struck again in the face of Albert, who was now serious since I hadn't focused on him. Yavana didn't even glance at me, so I bit my lower lip. After all, I was invisible to her, and whenever I came into contact with her, I was as light as air.
"Don't tell me you're going to say that when you're in the real ring? I should not send her since she might be the reason you will lose! Your parents will murder both of us! This is what you choose to do instead of operating your business." Albert was blowing in the air. Because Albert is my age, my parents will only allow me to box because he will be my coach.
"Fuck you!" I continued striking him with the palms of his boxing mitt punch pad glove while he refuted it.
But I was struck again when I noticed a disturbance outside. My gaze wandered there at the same moment as the women peered and shouted. I grimaced.
I left the ring while still wearing my red gloves when I observed a man walking with a rose. When I could see the wind moving the hair of the most beautiful princess on the face of the planet, I would have merely watched them through the window. My Yavana swan~
As I stepped out, I noticed Hugo Gutierrez, the man renowned for his passionate woman swapping. He is a basketball player. You'd believe their company is enormously based on how he performed it, but to be humble-arrogant fact, I could buy their entire firm.
Sweat flowed down my body and over my brow when I opened the door. Yavana was unconcerned, and a few ladies screamed. Hugo's grin broadened to nearly reach the sky. He assumed he was the one the women were gazing at, but he didn't realize that those viewing them would die just by seeing my physique. They let me in to get close to the two persons who were conversing.
"Yavana, I know you haven't met me yet because I'm just one of those who look at you from afar." That was Hugo.
You simply must! You only need to look aside, and Yavana could only be mine. Leave her alone! I just want her to notice me first, and I feel it would be better not to compel her as you are now. I was still wearing my two gloves, so I was smiling, alternatively glancing at them. Yavana's expression was emotionless, lifeless, and she appeared bored with what she witnessed. That's my sweet baby-sugarpie-honeybunch-darling! Her gaze should be fixed on me, and her attention should be focused solely on me.
Hugo bowed as though ashamed as he presented the rose flowers to Yavana, his neck and cheeks flushed. This is the first time I've seen this fuck shit blush. Yavana only looked at the flower without paying heed to Hugo's reaction.
I soon came to the scene. I raised my laughing to draw everyone's attention to myself. As I watched Hugo become even more ashamed, I licked my lips. I shook my head and encircled him with my arm.
"Why Yavana? There are people you can like. Could you take a look at her skin tone? It's so white! Are you a powder, Yavana?" No way, dear. Your color livens up my drab Monday. You are the swan who provides me the air I need to continue with my life. Hayley! I persisted.
"Look at her face; she has no idea how to smile. Possibly, when you're in a relationship, she'll just hit you with a plate." Oh no, no, That expression on your face is the reason I want to punch Albert in the face every day.
Everyone laughed, including those women who had been with her initially. But when the rose thorn landed on my cheek, my eyes widened, and my grin vanished. Women were yelling. I licked the side of my lip because I felt the blood run there. I teasingly smiled at Yavana.
That's all there is to it; give me your undivided attention.
"I had no idea you could get angry, Miss Estes. I believed your face was blank and all you knew how to do was sway both of your left feet." LEFT FEET, MY ASS! She is a Goddess when dancing. I pressed my forehead into her even harder, so we both stuck our noses. Her nose was as pointed as a scalpel on a very sharp edge.
She pressed on my chest, and I could hear and feel her here as well as my powerful beating. I'm a boxer, but Yavana seemed to have punched my heart. As long as I'm satisfied, it's good for you to harm me every day. I am delighted at what has occurred with the bit of attention she offers me; at least she knows me. I just have one thing to say to myself.
I'm a dummy.
As the petals dropped to the ground, she looked aside. I'm afraid I offended her feelings too much. Am I tormenting her too much? But watching her reaction to me gives me an odd delight. I feel like my entire day has been fulfilled simply by being able to see her.
"Walk slowly—" I'll still love you. That's what I'd say; however, these folks are looking, so I changed my thought otherwise— I modified it. "Because you know you are an idiot."
Loud laughter erupted outside our room, and when I saw my fellow boxers inside, they all smirked at me. They are the only ones who know how a dead over the body I am to Yavana. Every time she passes by, I can't help but be distracted by her.
As I walked in, everybody inside was laughing. My smile never faded, but my cheek ached. How can I concentrate on this if I'm going insane, especially with Yavana? I need to fight four to five months from now, and it's not going to start soon.
I shall be captivated by a ballet dancer during my tenure on Earth only.
Everyone returned to training, and even though we snuggled and embraced the night away in the chilly air, Yavana never passed by our room again. Even though her ballet dancing partners went by, she was not around.
When we exited the training room, I let my teammates go first. It's a good thing I have a car and don't have to wait for the driver to pick me up. I peered through the window at her because our training rooms were next to each other, but it was already dark. I couldn't see anyone anymore, so I pulled out my phone to enter their room.
I spotted her adjusting her ballet shoes and sitting on the floor as soon as my flashlight touched her. She sealed their mouths, although she needed glue. I would have reached her as soon as I heard her tears. I thought I was deaf since she was weeping while she talked.
"I'm not in the mood to fight … you," she said last, her sobbing quicker, and when the light struck her hand, I saw it tremble. I approached her to assist her, but she swatted my hand away.
"Why … are you here?" She struggled to speak so she wouldn't cry. I felt terrible about what I had done to her.
"It's already night; you need to go home." I attempted to hold her again, but she pushed me away with one of her hands, which she quickly removed because she insisted on putting on her satin pointed shoes.
I didn't hesitate to raise her because I'd already been swallowed. I put her on my shoulder and hoisted her like a box of rice because I knew she'd struggle, and I wasn't wrong since she was moving. I quickened my pace to get to the car as soon as possible. She struck me in the back, but I didn't give up.
"Put me down! Put me down!" She wiggles her legs, but I hardened my arm even more, so she wouldn't fall.
When I spotted my car, I immediately rang it, and happily, it was automatic and opened on purpose. I took her inside right away. She would escape when she saw that all the doors were closed.
She whacked my arm with her ballet shoes and slapped me with her palms.
"Where are you taking me, huh?! What exactly do you need from me?." She tried to open the vehicle door again, but I pulled over and winked at her.
"You'll find out later."
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