My eyes widened, but I forced myself to stay calm. It had been so long since I had last seen Barnett. His blonde waves were even more breath-taking than I had remembered, his toned muscles more captivating than I had dreamed.I swallowed several times before speaking.“Nice to meet you, Barnett—”“Cogsworth. Barnett Cogsworth.”His deep voice sent shockwaves down to my groin, but I remained composed. There was no use in losing myself to my hormones like some love-struck teenager. What I felt back then didn’t matter now.“That’s right, Barnett Cogsworth. Nice to meet you,” I said, as though meeting him for the first time. I hoped that my voice did not betray the fire burning in my stomach and below.Barnett turned to Lily, who shrugged helplessly. I could tell that this had not been the reaction that Lily had been hoping for, but hopefully she wasn’t about to push it. Barnett returned his attention to me and took off his sunglasses.I struggled to repress my reaction to seeing his full face. With those deep brown eyes and pouty lips, it was no wonder that his face adorned so many magazines. Or any wonder that he had a sexy international model for a wife.I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing a picture of Julia. Her ads even blessed the big screens of such cities as New York City and Los Angeles. Devilishly wide hips, large breasts, and a thick ass with a sinfully skinny waste, Julia made Barnett envied by every man alive.Well, her and his wealth. Heir to the Cogsworth family fortune, he was the third richest person in the world, with control over an immeasurable fortune. They had their hands in just about everything possible.Not that I thought about him much anymore.I glanced at the lion’s head cufflinks and shook my head.No, I thought. No, Barnett couldn’t be the guy from that night. It’s impossible.His hand in my face brought me out of my thoughts.“It’s nice to meet you as well, Anna—”“Hayes. Well, I suppose it’s Anna Leonard now.” I supposed that I would have to get accustomed to using my maiden name again.I took his hand and shook it. So firm, so confident. If only I could be so confident.“What do you mean, it’s Leonard now?”“I mean that my husband and I are getting divorced.”Barnett nodded in acknowledgement but did not comment on it.Yeah, he can’t be the same man as the other night, I told myself. He’s acting too distant, even more distant than when he was Coach Barnett.“I say that she’s better off for it. Her husband is a lowlife, and his family is even worse,” Lily spat.“Yes, well, every couple has their problems,” I countered.“Yes, they do,” Barnett agreed.Lily rolled her eyes.“Anyway,” she said, addressing me, “I’m staying at Uncle Barnett’s house for a few days, so I thought I’d bring him as backup.”“Backup?” I asked.“You know, just in case.”It disturbed me that Lily had thought that she would need the backup around Bob and his family. How long had she been under this impression without saying anything to me? Then again, hadn’t I thought the same thing when I asked Lily to be my backup?“In case of what?” I asked warily.“Oh, I don’t know, your brother-in-law trying to hit you in the face.”I rolled her eyes. “You seemed to handle that quite well by yourself. You and your followers, that is.”Lily grinned. “I did, didn’t I? And who says social media is a waste of time?”I just shook her head. “Come on, we need to get my bags. You made me drop them back there.”Lily and I went back up the walkway and each took some of my bags to take to the Lamborghini. We were almost to the car when we heard a voice calling Anna’s name.“Anna! Anna!”I turned my head and immediately groaned.“What?” Lily asked.“Bob.”“Good God, what does he want?”“I have no idea.”“Anna, wait, please!”Bob came running to a halt in front of us, panting. We let him catch his breath before motioning for him to speak.“Anna, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I brought up the divorce,” he pleaded, his eyes wide in an attempt to appear sincere.“Uh, maybe because you were fucking around behind her back?” Lily said.Bob ignored her. “Please, Anna, I’m sorry. I regret asking for a divorce, I genuinely do.”“No, what you regret is the fact that you’re going to have to split your property with her.” Lily shook her head and threw my bags in her car. “Let’s go.”I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. “Bob, just leave.”“Anna—” Bob grabbed my hand with both of his— “please, please forgive me. I was stupid, I wasn’t thinking—”“No, you never do. And you aren’t now.” Tears welled up in my eyes.Damn it, I thought I was done crying for him, I mentally cursed myself.“Things can just go back to the way they were—”I ripped my hand out of his grasp. “What? With you cheating on me?”Bob tried to grab my hand again, but I pulled it away. “I know that neither of us really want this.”“Really? Because the more we stand here talking about it, the more that I want it.”I wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but it was truer than me wanting to go back to him.“You have no idea what you’re getting into going back into the world. Alone and single, you’ll be eaten alive—”“It sure as hell will be better than staying with you.”Bob grabbed my forearm and pulled me close.“I’m asking you nicely. Please…come…back…home. Now.”I tried to pull my arm away, but Bob’s grip only tightened. For once, I was actually frightened of my soon-to-be ex-husband. The anger in his eyes contained a fire that I had never seen from the normally cowardly man before.What might he do in his desperation?“Get out of my way and don’t touch my woman,” Barnett’s sexy voice rang out as he tore Bob’s hand off my arm.I watched Barnett in surprise. What did he mean, my woman? Not that I minded the sound of that at all.Barnett looked at me from the side of his eye. He then effortlessly wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I could smell that familiar scent of sweat, pine, and, after all this time, hockey jerseys and helmets.The same smell that had made me swoon that fateful night.No, I chided myself, he is not the same man.I resisted the urge to rest my head against Barnett’s shoulder, no matter how tempting it was—or how strong the urge to piss Bob off was.I could not remember ever feeling so safe or so welcomed in Bob’s embrace.Bob’s mouth moved up and down like a trout gasping in open air.“You…you’re…are you Barnett Cogsworth? Billionaire Barnett?”
“So what if I am?” Barnett asked.I yelped as Barnett’s other arm wrapped under my knees and Barnett lifted me in his arms as easily as a rag doll. I had no choice but to put my arms around his neck and lean in close to his chest to maintain my balance.“Why don’t you take her bags to her new apartment?” Barnett said to Lily. “We’ll follow behind you.”“Sure thing.”Lily grinned like a schoolgirl holding in excited laughter. I wanted to stick my tongue out at her, but that would have ruined the front we were putting up for Bob—whatever that was exactly.Barnett glared at Bob. “Don’t follow us.”We left a stammering Bob behind as Lily climbed into her Lamborghini and Barnett carried me to his Rolls Royce. How could he handle me so effortlessly? I weighed at least 200 pounds!“I am so sorry about all that,” I said once we were out of Bob’s hearing range.“Think nothing of it. Anything to give a jackass like him what he deserves.”“Well, you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”
“I don’t know,” I said as I turned the card around in my hands. “I’m going to have to think about it.”Barnett merely stared at me, so I kept rambling.“I’m not as confident about sharing and social media as Lily is. Besides, I’m just some newly divorced fat girl. Who’s going to want to watch me work out?”“First of all, you are not fat. Second of all, you never know about the whole social media thing. I bet there are all sorts of people who will want to watch you.”I cringed, thinking for a second about the kinds of perverts Barnett might be thinking about. Peter immediately came to mind. I almost gagged at the thought of him watching my ass while I stretched.Barnett rolled his eyes and chuckled.“I don’t mean that kind of person,” he said. “I mean people like you—divorced, looking to get healthy, a little more down on themselves than they should be.”He tried to meet my eyes, but I refused to return his gaze.“You know,” he continued, “the ones with the hot girls inside just waitin
I took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”Holding my phone out from me at arm’s length, I clicked the camera icon and plastered my best fake smile onto my face.“Hi, everyone,” I said, mentally cringing at the sound of my own voice. “My name is Anna Leonard, and this is my first day working out at Stand Up. I’m super excited to get started on some cardio here on the treadmill after I get in some stretching.”I paused, unsure of what to say next. Then I remembered what Barnett had said the night he had given me the V.I.P. card.“Look, I’m going to be honest here. I’m not some supermodel or fitness guru. I’m just an ordinary fat girl looking to get her hot self back after a particularly bad breakup.”Tears welled at the corners of my eyes. I brushed them away with the knuckle of my index finger.“If you’re like me and just want a little inspiration for your own journey back to your best self, I welcome you to like this video, leave a comment, and follow my transformation over the next
I should have seen this coming. Of course one of the hottest—one of the handsomest—internet celebrities would want one of the hottest stylists. Not just by reputation, but physically as well. I wouldn’t have even come here if Lily hadn’t gone through all this trouble to get me an interview. She was my friend, after all. I couldn’t let her effort go to waste. But there had to be a reason why Lily had gone through all that effort. It couldn’t just be because she was my best friend. That certainly wasn’t the reason why she had me style her hair and makeup every time she went to a party. Then it hit me. “You’re friends with Lily, right?” I asked. Arthur rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s why I agreed to this charade in the first place.” “You’ve been to parties with her, then?” “Of course.” “And what do you think of her hair and makeup?” His Cupid’s bow lips quirked into a little smile. “They’re always utter perfect
Arthur was elated to see me the next day. It made me suspicious. “Well, Anna, you really did it,” he said it with a brilliant white grin. “Mona Williams of Good Morning, Mona loved my new look, especially the pompadour.” He ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to smack him for messing with it, but I was too excited about the news to care. “You’re kidding, right?” I just couldn’t believe that a look I had styled had been mentioned on a nationally syndicated TV show. “No, I’m not. You did wonderfully, little fan girl. And I can’t wait to see what you have in mind for me today.” I couldn’t stop smiling. It was hard to believe that I had wasted eight years running a household for someone like Bob when I could have been using my talents to make something of myself. I sobered a bit. According to the oncologist, I only had about six months remaining to right that wrong. But I would value every moment of my existence that I had lef
We had just finished moving everything important—and dry—out of the apartment. I still wasn’t sure what to do with them, but maybe Barnett knew of a storage unit nearby with an opening.I was about to ask him just that when Barnett opened his mouth.“So, Anna, about the night that Lily…introduced us,” he said.Heat rose into my cheeks. God, I knew what this was about.“You acted like you didn’t know me.”Yup, here it goes, I thought. He’s going to ask if I really didn’t remember that he was my hockey coach.“Did you really not recog—”A pounding at the door startled us both.I looked at the clock. It was nearly 9:30. Who would be visiting at this hour?“Let me just see who that is,” I told Barnett as I squeezed by him. I tried to avoid touching him, but the heat between us nearly undid my composure.When I opened the door, my landlord stood on the other side. A portly man with oversized glasses and a tendency to vape, I hadn’t dealt with Mr. Smith much outside of signing the lease. Th
“I’ll teach you.” I couldn’t find the words to object. Honestly, I didn’t want to, either. “Okay. So, how do I start?” I said instead. He motioned to the padded block at one end of the machine. “Sit here.” I obeyed. “Put your feet here.” I put my feet where he indicated and strapped them in. Barnett bent over me and checked the straps on my feet. My heart fluttered at the smell of his sweat and the feel of his arms as they wrapped around me. This felt just like when Barnett coached me in hockey, except somehow more…intimate. “Good. Nice and tight.” Like the back support belt, I said in my mind. “Now, I want you to grab this.” He leaned over me and handed me what looked like a pole on an elastic string. “And we’re going to turn this on to keep track of your progress.” Again, he leaned over me to press some buttons on the monitor by my feet. I tried to pay attention to
“You mean…you knew?” “You think?” “I…well…” I was a bit distracted. I would never admit that out loud. By your words…your actions… “Did you think I wasn’t observant enough to see the camera set up right there?” I blushed even though Barnett couldn’t see me. His tone during the workout had been its usual forceful one, but something about how he had conducted himself, about what he said, how close he was to me when he said it—it was too much for me even now. “Well?” I shook my head, realizing I had lost myself in my thoughts. “No, I guess…I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. Just remember that other people might not be as cool about it as I am. Okay?” “Okay.” “And in the future, I don’t mind being in your videos, any time you need me.” “Okay,” I said, a bit surprised. “I am your trainer, after all.”•* * That night, I dreamt of a memory from