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Hearing the click of the door opening, Monica looks up only for her smile to falter when she sees Bray sauntering in and not Julien. Making a dramatic scene of sniffing under his armpits, he says, “nope I don’t smell. I don’t know why you’re looking so disappointed to see me walk through the door, Monica. Do you realise how many ladies would swap places with you just to sit and watch me get all hot and sweaty?” He waggles his eyebrows up and down at her. Monica can’t help but laugh a little. “I was waiting for Julien, have you seen him?” Bray heads over to the weight bench, pulling his shirt over his head before laying down on it. “Who?” he asks as he lifts the weight bar over his head. How he is lifting that thing is beyond her.

The weights on him it look like they weigh a ton. “Funny,” Monica says, getting up from her spot, walking over to him and glaring down at him. “Where’s your brother Bray? He told me to meet him in here, I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes already.” Bray co