The Girl He Never Noticed [Episode 29]

“I love you Elena, and it
is because I love you
that I can’t be selfish
with you. And why you
can’t know this, I don’t
deserve you . . . but my
brother does. God I wish
you didn’t have to
forget this . . . but you
do.” – Damon Salvatore
to Elena Gilbert,
VAMPIRE DIARIES by L.J.
Smith
Eros’s POV
F**kg Sh*t! I groaned
when I received another
kick on my thigh. I was
thrown off balance and
landed flat on the floor.
D--n this big kid! My
opponent was a
previous Mushin Mixed
Martial Arts Champion,
D--k Reed. He was really
good, so good. Donovan
invited him to be my
sparring partner this
morning.
Kickboxing was a stand-
up combat sports. I
practiced it for self-
defense, general
fitness and as a
contact sport. Donovan,
who was a previous
kickboxing champion,
was my mentor. He
taught me everything
he knew about it.
I never experienced
joining any kickboxing
competition and was
not interested of doing
such. I had other
priorities in life and
many people relied on
me. I was contented of
inviting professional
kickboxers, once in a
while, to be sparring
partners. We did it,
thrice a week, early
morning.
I sat down and slowly
stood up, conserving
my energy. I faced my
opponent and through
right timing, I whipped a
jab on his face, again
and again, until he
became frustrated and
more aggressive. He
made several counter
attack on me but I
evaded. I was dancing
around him, landing jab
after jab. The technique
to distract, counter
attack, unbalance and
gauge the opponent’s
reaction before applying
a powerful strike.
Then, I made a swift
glance to the wall clock,
it was already seven
a.m. time for my
coffee… I faced my
opponent squarely, who
already looked upset. In
a speed of lightning, I
gave him a fast jab
that demoralized him
and allowed myself to
execute powerful
follow-ups with my
other weapons,
superior speed punches
and kicks.
Instantly, my opponent
fell on the floor, beaten.
After fifteen minutes, I
was in my bedroom,
removing my clothes, to
take a shower. At the
same time, I was
watching at my 84-inch
Internet TV that was
also connected to the
CCTV of the entire
building.
I saw Jade in the
kitchen, sitting there all
alone. She was probably
very sleepy because her
head kept on falling off
her shoulders. I grinned
and went directly to the
bathroom.
I removed the towel on
my hips and turned the
shower. I let the cold
water ran all over my
body for a while before
I shampooed my hair.
I recalled seeing Jade
entered the building
earlier. My eyes
suddenly focused on
her. I didn’t understand
why I found everything
about her, amusing.
I was at the back
corner of the lobby
talking with D--k Reed,
the kickboxer. She
obviously didn’t notice
me, because she was
focused on answering
the questions of the
security guards. She
looked like a scared
rabbit surrounded by big
wolves.
I immediately called the
head security of the
building, Rod Brent. “Cut
the interrogation, you’re
scaring the girl. Let her
in, now.”
In a flash, Jade was
escorted by Rod, in
going up to my
penthouse.
Finally, I was able to
sleep well last night. Our
family dinner ended
early because mom had
a headache. I knew it
was just her alibi. She
obviously noticed the
tension that escalated
between Kendra and
me.