Chapter 12- WATCHED

Mike stood frozen for a long second, eyes fixed on Bella’s sleeping form. Her Sunday dress had ridden up her thick thighs, revealing soft, smooth skin. Her legs were slightly parted, the position unintentionally inviting. His breathing grew heavier. He glanced toward the balcony door, Ryan and the others were still laughing outside.

He took one quiet step closer. His hand reached out and gently squeezed one of her soft, full ass cheeks. The flesh yielded under his fingers, warm and plush. Bella didn’t stir. Emboldened, he slid his hand further, fingers tracing upward between her slightly parted thighs, moving dangerously close to the edge of her panties.

Just as his fingertips brushed the fabric, Bella shifted in her sleep. She let out a soft murmur and turned onto her side, closing her legs and pulling her dress down slightly. The movement broke the moment.

Mike snatched his hand back quickly. Heart pounding, he straightened up and walked to the restroom.

“I’m good, man!” he called out toward the balcony, voice a little too loud. “Just using the restroom real quick.”

He closed the restroom door behind him, breathing hard, face flushed. He splashed cold water on his face and tried to calm down before rejoining the group.

The next day

Ryan left for work very early. I heard the door close while I was still half asleep. No goodbye. No kisses. Just the sound of his car starting and driving away. I stayed in bed a little longer, staring at the ceiling. The couch from last night still made my back ache. I finally got up, made coffee, and tried to shake off the heaviness in my chest.

I decided to go live. My followers always lifted me up. I set up my phone in the living room, put on a bright top that made me feel good, and started the stream.

“Hey everyone,” I said, smiling into the camera. “Good morning, my beautiful people. Bella here with some real talk and good energy today.”

The viewers came in fast. Hearts and gifts started popping up right away. People sent roses, diamonds, and little teddy bears. The comments made me laugh.

Queen is glowing today!

Love the top Bella!

You always make my day better

I talked about loving your body even on hard days. “Some mornings you wake up and feel heavy, right? But that doesn’t mean you’re not worthy. Your curves, your softness, your strength, they all belong here. Thank you for the gifts, loves.”

The Livestream went on for almost two hours. Gifts kept coming. One follower wrote, “You helped me wear shorts for the first time in years.” Another sent a big gift and said, “Keep shining, thick queen.” Their words wrapped around me like a warm blanket. For a while, I forgot about Ryan’s cold shoulder and the mess with Marcus.

By afternoon I felt better. I changed into my workout clothes and waited for Marcus. He texted that he was on his way. I cleared space in the living room and laid out the mat, trying to stay positive.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door with a smile, but it froze on my face. Marcus stood there looking tense. Right behind him was Sophia, arms crossed, wearing sunglasses and a serious expression.

“Hi,” I said carefully. “Come in.”

Marcus gave me a small nod. “Bella, this is my wife Sophia. She wanted to see what a normal session looks like.”

Sophia stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She looked around my house, then at me. “So this is where the private training happens.”

“Yes,” I said. “Would you like some water?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. Don’t mind me. I’ll just sit here and watch.”

Marcus looked uncomfortable. “Sophia, you don’t have to stay. This might be boring for you.”

“I want to see,” she replied firmly. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with clients lately. I’m curious, especially about her.” She said looking at me disgustingly.

We started the session. Marcus tried to keep it professional. He showed me some stretches first. I followed along, but it felt completely different with Sophia sitting on the couch, watching every move.

“Keep your back straight,” Marcus said. His voice was calm but I could hear the tension underneath.

Sophia spoke up. “Is that how you correct all your clients? With your hands?”

Marcus sighed. “I’m not touching her today. We’re just going through form.”

I tried to focus on the exercises, but my body felt stiff. Every time I bent down for squats, I felt Sophia’s eyes on me. When I did glute bridges, she shifted on the couch. The session dragged on. No praise from Marcus. No lingering touches. Just careful instructions and distance.

“You’re doing good, Bella,” Marcus said at one point. “Keep breathing.”

Sophia stood up suddenly. “This looks like regular exercise. Nothing special. Why does she need private sessions at home?”

Marcus turned to her. “Because she feels more comfortable this way. Not everyone likes public gyms.”

I stayed quiet, focusing on my breathing. My legs burned, but I pushed through. We managed to finish a full session without any physical contact. No hands on my hips. No close corrections. It felt cold and empty compared to our usual training.

After an hour, Marcus wiped his forehead. “That’s it for today. Good work, Bella.”

Sophia picked up her bag. “Interesting session. I’ll wait in the car, Marcus.”

She left without saying goodbye to me. The door closed behind her.

Marcus looked at me, regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry about this. She insisted on coming. I couldn’t stop her.”

“It’s okay,” I said quietly. “At least we got through it.”

He stepped closer but stopped himself. “I’ll make it up to you next time. Text me later.”

I nodded and watched him leave. The house felt too quiet again. I sat on the mat, sweaty and tired, wondering how much longer I could keep balancing everything.

A few minutes later, the front door opened. Ryan walked in, still in his work shirt. He stopped halfway into the living room and covered his nose with his hand.

“What’s that smell?” he asked, frowning.

I stood up slowly, wiping sweat from my forehead. “Smell? I don’t know. Maybe the windows need opening. I just finished training.”

I stepped closer to him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. That was a mistake.

Ryan’s face twisted in disgust. He took a step back. “It’s you, Bella. You smell fucking terrible. Like old sweat mixed with something nasty. Did you even shower after your so-called training?”

My cheeks burned. “Ryan, I just finished the session. Of course I’m sweaty. It was a hard workout.”

“Hard workout?” He laughed coldly. “You smell like a dirty locker room. That heavy, sour smell fat people get when they move too much. It’s disgusting. I can barely stand to be in the same room with you right now.”

The words hit hard. I wrapped my arms around my belly, feeling exposed even though I was fully dressed.

“I’ll go shower right now,” I said softly, turning toward the stairs.

He wasn’t done. “No wonder I don’t touch you anymore. Who wants to get close to someone who smells like that? You used to take care of yourself. Now look at you, sweating like a pig after one little session. Maybe you should stop eating so much if you’re going to smell like this every time you move.”

Tears stung my eyes. I kept walking, but his voice followed me up the stairs.

“And change your clothes before you sit on anything. I don’t want that stink on the furniture.”