Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 213

Lola

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Rafael was waiting by the ropes when she came out of the locker room, towel looped around her neck, knuckles raw but her grin still feral. Most of the gym had cleared out, just a few stragglers pretending not to watch.

He studied her for a beat, head tilted. “You done making examples out of my fighters?”

She smirked, rolling her shoulder. “For today. I wasn’t counting this as training anyway.”

That earned him a low, curious chuckle. “No?”

“Nah.” She wiped a bead of sweat from her temple. “Today was just to make the boys cry.”

He barked a laugh, loud enough to draw looks. “Mission accomplished.”

“Obviously.” She slung her bag over her shoulder, already heading toward the door. “Tomorrow, we actually work.”

“Tomorrow?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. And from now on, we’re doing four days a week.”

That caught him off guard. His smile turned slow, interested. “Four?”

She glanced back, half–smiling. “Unless you can’t keep up.”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You don’t make requests, do you? You just issue threats laced with taunts.”

“Exactly.” She flashed him a wink. “See you tomorrow, coach.”

Rafael watched her leave, still grinning. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “Enzo’s either the luckiest man alive or already halfway to his grave.”

Enzo

He’d been getting photos for hours.

Thing 1 and Thing 2, Lola so graciously named them, had taken their orders far too literally blowing up his phone with shot after shot of his woman turning a gym full of fighters into her personal playground.

Lola mid–punch.

Lola laughing.

Lola bleeding.

By the time the last video came in, Enzo was half feral from pride and panic.

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Chapter 213

He didn’t even heat the elevator at first, just the sound of the door shutting and her wolce, light se air.

*HL baby.”

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She walked in all heat and adrenaline, hair damp, tank clinging, knuckles braised–like sin had found a new religion. She dropped her hag. smiled at him like she hadn’t just detonated his blood pressure, and went straight for the fridge.

He didn’t move until she twisted the cap off a bottle of water. “You want to explain why my morning looked like a highlight reel from the

UFC?”

She took a sip, eyes glinting. “Because your fiancée’s productive.”

He arched a brow, closing the distance between them. “Productive?”

“Mm–hm.” She grinned, lazy and smug. “Worked out some frustration. Boosted morale. Terrified half the gym. That’s what I call a successful morning.”

He flicked the bruise on her forehead; she hissed. “That looks like success?”

“Ow.” She rubbed it, pouty. “That’s rude.”

“Lola-”

“Enzo,” she interrupted, drawing out his name like a threat and a purr all at once. “You’re acting like I walked into a firing squad.” She tilted her head, smile turning dangerous. “Relax. The only thing at risk was a few male egos.”

She stepped closer, voice lowering. “You, on the other hand…” Her eyes dragged down his chest, then back up. “You’re all worked up. Why don’t you-” her smirk bloomed slow “-cool off?”

Then she tipped the bottle and poured the water straight over his head.

Cold cascaded down his hair, over his chest, soaking his shirt. He froze. The floor caught the first drop off his jaw.

Lola beamed, proud and unbothered. “Hmm,” she said, cocking her head, “I bet that feels much better.”

Then, as if she hadn’t just drenched a man who could break bones with a glance, she leaned in and kissed his cheek; sweet, soft, and taunting all at once.

“Love you,” she chirped. And ran.

For a heartbeat, Enzo just stood there, dripping. Then he started to laugh low, incredulous, completely undone.

This woman.

This fucking woman.

She’d fought half a gym, walked in glowing with chaos, and now she was daring him to chase her through his own penthouse.

And God help him, he adored her for it.

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