Chapter 8

*Damon*

I found it really funny that I could live for almost five years in a city and not so much as hear about someone but suddenly I meet them and I can't seem to stop seeing them wherever I go. Especially since I desperately wanted to. She was following me. Or maybe I was the one following her. The point was that one of us definitely had to be following the other.

That was the only explanation.

There was no way she could suddenly start showing up everywhere that I was. I had frequented this gym for the past three months and not once have I laid my eyes on her. I would have known it if I had. I wouldn't meet someone as intriguing as she was and then forget about it. I hated it. The way she seemed to suddenly barge into my life and start popping up everywhere that I turn to.

I inhaled a calming breath and fisted my hand at my sides. I threw my arm and punched the boxing bag in front of me, trying to not take a glance in her direction and failing woefully. When had she registered her