All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn’t take Marcus’s questions anymore. They came one after another, fast and sharp, giving me no space to breathe or explain. My heart pounded hard in my chest. The pressure built up until I couldn’t hold it in. I banged my hand hard on the small table between us. The sound echoed louder than I expected.“Marcus, stop!” I shouted.People around us turned immediately. A mother with two kids nearby paused and stared. A group of young women with shopping bags stopped talking and looked our way. An elderly couple sitting on the bench opposite us frowned. Even the security guard near the fountain glanced over. The normal mall noise seemed to dip for a few seconds as eyes landed on us. My face heated up with embarrassment. I hadn’t meant to raise my voice that much.I quickly turned to the people nearby and raised both hands. “Sorry… sorry about that,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Just a little misunderstanding. Everything’s fine now.” I gave an awkward smile and waved lightly. Slowl

Bella finally stood up from the couch. Her legs felt stiff after sitting so long with her thoughts spinning. The plan with Marcus kept playing in her head, but she pushed it down for now. She grabbed her keys and drove home, the streets quiet in the early evening light. When she pulled into the driveway, Ryan’s car wasn’t there yet. Good. She needed a minute to herself. Inside, the house felt still. Bella kicked off her shoes and headed straight to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, staring at the shelves without much hunger. After a moment, she pulled out some eggs, tomatoes, and bread. Simple scrambled eggs would do. She cracked two into a bowl, whisked them quickly, and tossed in chopped tomatoes. The pan heated on the stove with a soft sizzle as she poured the mix in. She stirred slowly, the smell filling the kitchen. It felt normal, almost comforting, even if her mind was miles away. Just as she slid the eggs onto a plate, the front door opened. Ryan stepped in, shoulders slum

I stared at the text from Marcus, my body still buzzing hard from that drink. Every nerve felt alive, almost too sensitive. Ryan had turned me down flat upstairs, leaving me aching and frustrated. Now Marcus was reaching out this late. If my own husband wouldn’t satisfy me, and if Marcus was right there offering, why say no? It wasn’t my fault. I’d tried with Ryan first. He chose sleep. This was just me taking care of what I needed. My thumbs moved fast. Yes. Marcus replied right away. Give me a few minutes. I paced the living room again, heart pounding. The wait felt endless. At Marcus's place, Sophia stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, wearing a loose shirt. She glanced at Marcus on the bed. He didn’t say anything. Just lay there facing the wall, eyes closed like he was already out. The silence felt heavy after her tease earlier. She climbed in beside him anyway, the sheets cool against her legs. For a moment she thought about reaching over, sliding her hand across his ches

The light didn’t come on. A small fuse popped somewhere in the house. The bulb must have been faulty. Ryan cursed under his breath in the sudden darkness. “Damn it. Not now.” He stood there, phone in hand, my ringtone still going. I held my breath tighter, body trembling against Marcus in the corner. One wrong move and it was over. Ryan took another step closer to the couch, feeling around. What would happen next? I didn’t know. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. The torch light from his phone moved slowly across the room. It passed over the couch cushions where we had been just minutes ago. I could see the edge of my nightdress lying there like a flag. My heart beat so hard it hurt. Marcus’s arm stayed tight around my waist. One beam of light in the wrong direction and Ryan would see us. See everything. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm down. This was my fault. I should have been more careful. The pleasure from earlier still lingered in my body, making my legs weak. M

The next morning I woke up with a start. Sunlight came through the curtains. Ryan was already up before me. I sat up fast, heart beating quick. I called his name. “Ryan?” No answer. I got out of bed in a hurry and called again. “Ryan?” Still nothing. On the third call, his voice came from the bathroom.“Yes?” he answered, sounding calm like any normal morning.“Never mind,” I said back. I went over to the chair in the corner where his clothes from last night hung. I felt in the pockets until my fingers found the house key. I took it and hurried downstairs, trying to be quiet but fast.Down in the living room, Marcus was sleeping soundly on the couch. His body looked tired, one arm hanging off the side. “What the fuck,” I whispered. I rushed over and shook his shoulder. “Marcus, wake up. What do you think you’re doing?”He opened his eyes slow, looking tired and down. It took a second for it to click that he was still in my house. He sat up quickly, rubbing his face. “Shit. I fell asle