Chapter Forty: Almost destroyed his handsome face

"Not exactly." He placed the coat on a bench and he also took her purse. "There are some new woman's clothes in that locker but I'm not sure if they will fit you. My friend owns the restaurant and I would often come here to relieve some steam." He explained.

He removed his scufflings and opened the locker. Clair went through the sizes and smiled. There were sizes XS,S,L and XL for the t-shirt and shorts so she was confident one of them would fit her.

Since there was no M for medium she chose the large one and for the shorts she stuck with S even though she was sure it would be a bit too tight. "I'm not exactly angry so I'm not sure why you are doing this. But I'll go along with it." She said with the clothes in her hands.

"Trust in the process." He smiled and closed the locker. "The clothes are there just in case my friend's wife wants to come down and train but she usually doesn't so she just left them there and ordered a few other sizes." He informed her, making sure she wouldn't misunderstand.

"Gotcha." She walked in front of him and moved her head to the side. "I need your help."

He nodded and he unzipped it slowly. He held her hair realizing there were still a few strands loose on the back. When he was done he let go of her hair and started walking away. "I'll go bring some water and a towel while you change." He told her and she hummed in response.

When he was gone Clair removed her dress and put on the shorts. Just like she expected they were a bit too tight for her. Her waist was not thin enough so it was particularly tight there, and it also tightened around her butt.

She sighed knowing extra large would be too loose. For a second she thought of just using her underwear but she shook her head and decided to just keep the shorts.

She was surprised when James brought her here but she didn't oppose the idea. She didn't feel mad,she just wasn't sure of how she felt.

She isn't a person who is used to expressing her emotions and feeling hurt isn't something that happens often. Probably because she has a special layer around her heart that prohibits it.

If someone like her adoptive father or brother betrayed her that layer would make sure to keep her sane. There would be anger and sadness but her heart would definitely not shatter. She had frozen her heart and she felt it impossible for that heart of hers to shatter.

She had frozen it to cover up all the scars.

She folded her dress and walk towards the bench and placed it there. She heard the door opening again and she looked back making sure it was James and not someone else. It would be uncomfortable for her if someone other than James sees her upper half naked.

Although she is wearing a bra it would still be uncomfortable for her….

James is an exception of course.

She sighed in relief when she saw it was him only.

James looked away instantly and waited for her to put her shirt on. He didn't know if she was comfortable with him seeing her like that so he decided to play it safe. He wasn't at all worried about his self control. He was sure even a beauty like Clair would not be able to make him feel something called 'lust'.

After putting the shirt on Clair smiled. It covered her shorts so she was happy about that. The shorts had the same material as leggings and they were really good for training but because of the tight feeling on her waist she felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong?" James asked, placing the stuff he brought with him down in the bench.

"Do you have any other kind of bottoms? Size medium to be specific." She pointed. "Oh, sorry maybe I should have informed you beforehand. There isn't anything else other than what's inside. I will call my assistant and have him bring you something more comfortable." He assured her, taking his phone out of his pocket.

"It's fine." She removed the shorts and walked towards the closet to get the extra large t-shirt. She used it as a t-shirt dress instead.

James was a bit surprised with her option, especially the fact that she changed quickly right in front of him. She didn't even ask him to turn around.

'Is she always like that? Does she do that in front of other guys to….' His expression darkened. He didn't like that.

The idea made him.....angry?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore that weird feeling in his heart. After composing himself and took out some boxing gloves from a box on the floor.

He handed them to her and smiled. "You sure?" She asked and he nodded. To her surprise he helped her put them on.

"Go for it." He told her holding onto the black leather punching bag, hanging from the ceiling.

Clair raised an eyebrow. "I won't hold back then."

She aimed and made her first punch. "This is a bit pointless." She commented after landing a few punches.

"Keep going. Trust me."

Like he said she decided to trust him. This time she took a deep breath and landed a strong punch. She glanced at his unbothered expression and she sighed in frustration. 'I hate when he's stronger than me.' She thought.

Maybe it's petty but she always likes defeating those who seem stronger then her. Being stronger than everyone else assures her that they won't be able to touch her.

She pursed her lips and landed more hits but this time she was stronger and faster. She wasn't using her full strength but after a while she decided to.

"Let it all out." He whispered and she landed a punch using her full strength. He took a step back but he recovered quickly and was ready to receive more.

"I told you I'm not angry." She shook her hand and started sending faster hits. "You are."

"I'm not."

"I know you are."

"I said I'm not. She's nothing to me. I will crush that little b*tch if I see her again grrr." She gritted her teeth.

"You are angry." He insisted. Clair lifted her leg and she sent a powerful quick. She then punched the bag from right to left and from bottom to top.

She hit continuously imagining Jennifer's face in the punching bag. Before she knew it she felt something in her heart. A sting that gave her the energy to land an even more powerful kick.

She heard a low grunt and she gulped. She retrieved her leg and stared at him in shock. "Why didn't you dodge?" She asked. He chuckled and massaged his cheek. "It's fine, keep going." He smiled knowing she was finally releasing her hidden anger.

"Are you crazy? Don't you see I almost destroyed that handsome face of yours. Oh no, all your crazy fans would kill me if I destroyed their national treasure."