Mr.Right

I dream surprisingly sweet dreams during the night and wake up to the piercing sound of a whistle being blown in my face.

Not a very pleasant way to wake up on a Sunday morning.

My eyes open slowly to find the blurry figure of Maverick, standing over me with a whistle in his mouth.

"What in the world...?" I grumble and cocoon myself back in the sheets.

He blows the whistle even more loudly.

Inevitably, my eyes fly open and I sit upright in bed, glaring at him. I'm sure there's drool all over my face, but I'm not really concerned about that right now.

I'm more worried about why I'm being woken up at 6.32 am on a Sunday morning.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty." He smiles down at me as I roll my eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, girl, that's not going to help your cause," Maverick says and throws a handful of clothes at my legs. "Change into these and meet me upstairs in the gym."

I see his figure slowly retreating out of the room, followed by the sound of a door closing.

My hand stretches out to find my glasses, and I place them over my eyes to examine the clothes he left.

They're gym clothes. Purple ones with white stripes at the side.

What the hell is he up to?

Very reluctantly and with a lot of grumbles, I shrug the clothes on and slip my feet into my mismatched slippers. They're mismatched because I accidentally packed one of Jacqueline's by mistake, when I wanted to escape Jim's house without being caught.

bought new pairs, but I actually think it's kind of cool to

as the word 'Gym' is boldly

pop my

is also in gym clothes and he's standing in the middle of the room. His phone is pressed to his ears and

in awe. It's pleasant and inviting, with top-of-the-range equipment such as cardio machines, selectorized weight machines, yoga mats and

flat-screen TV on one wall.

this house have? Is there a restaurant and bar somewhere that I don't

I ask when he ends the call

specify what type of help. So we're doing things my way. And if you're wondering whether to panic, I think you should. You should be terrified of what's coming.

I'm definitely quaking in

between him and a thick, leather punching bag that hangs from

your anger?" he asks, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Um... I cry?"

ever feel like punching someone's face in

A frown has been etched on my face. "

it just once. Punch the

you teaching me to be

is the key. Bottling up your emotions all the time will kill you slowly. So, punch the

dart between him and the bag, and I sigh. I ball my hands into fists and hit the

It doesn't even move.

"Oh, come on! Even my patients can throw harder punches! What the hell

just not into this sort of thing." I see a faint flicker of rage in his eyes

You were the one who said that you're 'not

shrug. "Yeah,

and Tony were together for a

my head