I Wont Hurt You

Chapter 16

Lay's Pov-

Even though Jada wasn't replying to my texts and calls I still had to drag my ass to training. I lost my last match messing with Jada. Maybe this would get myself back together.

I hooked an old punching bag up to the ceiling and began wrapping my hands.

I hit the bag with force that only made it swing from side to side. Why did she just leave? I was good at pushing things from my mind but my heart wasn't. I must have done something and it made me ache inside. I punched the bag with anger. Even under the tape my knuckles felt raw and hurt, but I could care less as I was hurting so I punished my hands for it. For ever touching Jada, grabbing her face and kissing her, holding her hands when we were together.

I was just about to pack up when the front entrance to the gym swung open and in stepped a man I never thought I'd see again. "Hello Lay." The calm clear voice said. Leo stood in front of me with arms wide open and a smile on his face.

"I thought you were going to die." I exclaimed making my way into his embrace where we held onto each other. "I missed you." I couldn't help but smile.

"So how are things?" I could tell Leo about the debt now or I can wait.

"Fine." I lied, deciding to wait.

"Yeah I bet." Leo chuckled and pulled something from his jacket. He flipped through a magazine till he stopped at a certain page. "You know Lay, when you signed your contract  that meant especially my assistant." He basically threw the magazine at me but I caught it before it could hit the floor.

Looking at it I saw the heading an  almost choked on air.

Is assistant causing our winner to be a loser?

Underneath pictures of Jada and me hanging out together were plastered around the article. My heart raced and my face warmed as I skimmed over the small black print. 'is mystery girl also known as Jada Mckay, assistant of Leo Hwan the reason for Lay's big lose. Will this be his end?' In ink our actions were explained. "This is anything but ok Lay." He took the magazine from me and flipped to another page and held it for me to see. Enlarged was a picture of Jada and I sharing that kiss a night before. My heart fell to my stomach. "I heard that you lpst and I nearly fell over." Leo tossed the magazine to the side and looked at me. "So I took it upon myself- Jada and you are never to see each other." My throat burned. "I already told her that this is just strictly business and if she cant respect that I'll let her go." He sighed.

"Not even in private?" I asked. Leo nodded his head and fixed his shirt. I ran my hand through my hair, feeling my stomach flip. "Leo-" I tried.

"Enough Lay. This is not ok, its already taken care of and this conversation is over." I could feel tears pricking my eyes. Jada left because of Leo. Everything we did made her think it was all a mistake. I could feel my face get red and my reflex my hands formed into fists. Upon realizing what I was doing I unclenched them and relaxed.

"Do you remember the owner of that club we used to go to?" Leo's head shot up. "You owe him."

"For what?" He questioned. "I don't owe him anything."

"Whatever you need to get it settled out because he's after me now."

"I'm not giving him my money."

"It's my money!" I slammed my fist on the table up against the wall.

"I'm not giving him anything!"

"Why can't you just stop being ignorant! This is why your wife left you." I said before slapping my hand over my mouth. His wife was his everything and one day she got up and left. His face fell of all expression. "I'm sorry." I tried to say.

"It's ok. how much do I owe him?" He said quietly.

"You can call him." I said pulling up his number in my phone and handing it to Leo. He typed it into his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket. "I'm sorry Leo."

"Save it. I'll see you tomorrow" Leo turned around and exited out the same door he entered a while a go. A wave of regret filled the room and I sat back against the wall. I pulled  out my phone expecting to see a text from Jada but then remembered there is not Jada and I. I pushed my phone back in my pocket and covered my face to avoid the guilt I felt with me but nothing work.