Alle Kapitel von My Husband’s Brother, My Filthy Trainer: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

MIAI walked into the private room ready for the air to feel different.It didn’t.Jake was already setting the cable stack, same black shirt, same calm face. He glanced up once, nodded, and went back to the pin like I was just another client on the schedule.“You’re on time,” he said. “Good. Warm up. Rows first.”I set my bag down slower than I needed to. “That’s it?”“That’s the work.” He stepped aside so I could take the handle. “Elbows in. Same as last week.”Last week we had not only done rows. Last week his mouth had been on mine and his hands had stayed on my waist like he knew exactly what he was doing.I pulled the cable. He watched my form in the mirror, professional, distant.“You’re rushing,” he said.“I’m fine.”“You’re rushing.” He tapped the side of my elbow. The touch lasted half a second. Nothing like before. “Again.”I did another rep. Then another. The silence felt louder than the weights.“You’re acting like nothing happened,” I said.Jake didn’t look surprised. He

MIA Dinner started like every other family dinner in that house. The table was already set when Jake walked in. He greeted his mother first, then Ryan, then me, with the same easy nod he used for everyone. No extra look. No pause. If I hadn’t felt his mouth on mine two days ago, I would have believed he was only here as Ryan’s older brother. “Sit,” my mother-in-law said. “The soup gets cold.” I sat. Jake took the chair beside me because that was where he always sat. Ryan sat across from us and immediately started talking about work, about a client, about how busy he had been. I kept my eyes on my plate. “Mia’s been going to the gym again,” Ryan said after the first few spoons. He sounded pleased, like he was announcing a correction that had finally worked. “You can tell, right? She’s actually listening now.” My mother-in-law looked at me. “Good. Consistency is what matters.” Jake reached for the water pitcher. “She’s showing up.” “That’s all I asked,” Ryan said. “I told

MIAI spent the whole day pretending I had not been given a choice.I made breakfast. I folded laundry. I answered my mother-in-law when she talked about market prices and a cousin’s wedding. Every time my phone lit up I thought it would be Jake. It never was. He had said what he needed to say already.Decide before the next session.
A trainer.
Or the version of him that doesn’t stop.Ryan came home early for once, in a good mood I didn’t trust.“You look better,” he said, dropping his bag by the sofa. “Less puffy. The gym is finally doing something.”I kept my eyes on the vegetables I was cutting. “I just slept.”“No. It’s the training.” He loosened his tie and smiled like he had won something. “I told you Jake would handle it. My brother doesn’t waste time on people who aren’t serious.”The knife paused in my hand. “You talk about me like I’m a project.”“You are a project.” He said it lightly, almost cheerful. “And it’s working. Even Ma noticed. She said your face has more color.”

MIA Ryan was already in the living room when I got home.I felt the mark before I saw it. A dull heat sat low on the left side of my neck, just above the collar of my shirt. My mouth still felt used. I kept my bag high on my shoulder and my hair down, hoping that would be enough.“You’re late,” Ryan said, not looking up from his phone at first. Then he did look, and his eyebrows rose. “You look different.”I set my bag down. “The session ran long.”He stood and walked over, eyes moving over my face like he was checking a result. “Your skin is better. Less dull.” He caught my chin between two fingers and turned my head. “See? I told you the gym would work if you actually listened.”I held still. If he tipped my head any farther, he would see the mark.“Don’t,” I said.He dropped his hand, annoyed. “I’m complimenting you. That’s new. You should take it.”From the kitchen, my mother-in-law called, “Mia? Come help with the tea.”I went because standing in front of Ryan felt dangerous. Sh

MIAThe private room was already locked when I set my bag down.Jake didn’t ask if I was sure. He didn’t give me a speech. He just looked at me the way he looked at a problem he had already decided how to solve.“Say it again,” he said.My mouth felt dry. “I don’t want you careful anymore.”He nodded once, like that was enough paperwork. “Then stop standing there like a client.”I didn’t move fast enough. He closed the space himself, hooked two fingers in the hem of my shirt, and pulled it over my head in one clean motion. The sports bra came next. He peeled it off and dropped it on the bench without looking where it landed.Cool air hit my skin. I crossed my arms on instinct.Jake caught my wrists and drew them down. “Don’t hide. You came here to be seen.”“Someone could—”“No one is here.” His eyes moved over my chest, unhurried, almost assessing. “You wanted the version that doesn’t stop. This is what that looks like.”He backed me into the mirror. The glass was cold against my sho