The Can.

The whole three weeks ever since he became 'better' was filled with waking up at four a.m to train and shower at six a.m and go to work by half-past seven, a whole tiring system that I found deeply annoying and of course, Antonio always ignores my cries and hate speech towards him. Like he is right now.

"Antonio please," I cried as I laid on my back looking up at him, we had just finished our 'combat training' and I couldn't breathe. My thighs were on fire, I felt as if my bones had been rearranged, I'm sure if I were to get up right now I would end up right back on the floor.

"You did quite good today," he said looking down at me or should I say my boobs that were almost spilling out of the workout top bra thingy that I didn't know the name of. 

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