This sound of light groan could be heard as Diego’s fist collide with the punching bag. Sweat dripping down his hard tone body. His wet hair was glue to his face, looking damn hot on his shorts.

Releasing the last punch, Diego chest heaves as he turn his head to the figure who just step in.

Candy swallowed and her heart skipped a beat.

“I… I bought lunch” She stuttered. How could the Devil look so good? She watched him drink out of his bottle water.

“Jameson sent you?” He asked, not looking at her.

“Yeah, he had something to do” She replied.

“Drop it’ He ordered and she went...