Alle Kapitel von My Husband’s Brother, My Filthy Trainer: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

MIARyan was already dressed for work when I came into the kitchen.I set my bag by the door and poured water I didn’t want. My throat felt tight. I had practiced the sentence in the guest room and it still sounded dangerous.“I want to start going to the gym before work,” I said.He looked up from his phone. “Since when?”“Since now.” I kept my voice even. “If I go early, I’m not tired at night. And I can be consistent.”A slow smile pulled at his mouth. “Look at that. Discipline. I was starting to think you only trained when someone dragged you.”“I can go by myself.”“No.” He stood and grabbed his keys. “I’ll drop you. If you start this, you start it properly. I want Jake to see you’re serious.”My stomach turned. “You don’t have to.”“I want to.” He nodded at my bag. “Get in the car.”The drive was short and too quiet at first. Then Ryan started talking like the idea belonged to him.“This is good,” he said. “Early mornings separate people who actually want to change from people w

MIAJake arrived ten minutes late, like he always did to family dinners.He walked in with the same easy face he used at the gym — calm, a little bored, completely at home. Ryan stood up first and clapped him on the shoulder.“Look who finally showed,” Ryan said. “The man responsible for my wife’s new discipline.”Jake smiled, small and lazy. “She shows up. That’s most of the work.”My mother-in-law came out of the kitchen wiping her hands. “Sit, sit. The food is ready. Mia, bring the rice.”I stood too quickly. A dull ache pulled low through my body and I had to pause with my fingers on the back of the chair. No one noticed. Or if Jake noticed, he didn’t show it.At the table Ryan put Jake on his right. I sat across from them, next to my mother-in-law. That was worse. Every time I shifted, I felt the morning in my thighs and had to keep my face still.Ryan poured water into Jake’s glass like he was hosting a guest of honor.“She’s finally taking it seriously,” Ryan said. “I told you,

MIAI told myself I would not go.I said it in the bathroom while I brushed my teeth. I said it again while I packed a clean shirt I did not need. I said it in the driveway with the engine already running.Then I drove to the gym anyway.The side door opened before I finished knocking. Jake stood there in a black shirt, hair still damp, phone in one hand like he had been checking the time.“Thursday,” he said.I hated how unsurprised he looked. “I almost didn’t come.”“Almost doesn’t count.” He stepped aside. “Private room.”The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. I followed him because my body had already decided this on the way over. He locked the door, dropped his phone on the table, and nodded at the mat.“Two minutes. That’s all you get.”“That’s not a warm-up.”“You didn’t come here to warm up.” He pulled the band off the hook and tossed it on the bench. “You came here because you couldn’t sit still at home. Don’t waste my time pretending this is about form.”I set my bag down harder

MIAJake had me against the mirror when the handle moved.Not all the way. Just that small metal sound, the kind that turns blood into ice. His mouth was on my neck. My shirt was shoved up. One of his hands was still under the waistband of my leggings.The door wasn’t locked.“Shit,” I whispered.Jake didn’t panic. He didn’t even look surprised. In one second he pulled my shirt down, stepped back, grabbed a towel, and put two feet of space between us like we had never been touching.“Brace your core,” he said, louder, already in trainer voice. “You’re collapsing on the left side.”The door opened.Sophie stood there in a tiny sports bra, water bottle in one hand, smile already forming — then it stalled. Her eyes went to my mouth first. Then my hair. Then the towel in Jake’s hand. Then the flush on my throat.“Oh,” she said. “You’re in here early.”Jake didn’t miss a beat. “Form check. She keeps shifting her hips.”I could barely hear him over my own pulse. I turned toward the cables l

MIARyan came home early.I heard the front door while I was still in the bedroom changing out of my gym clothes. The shirt was in my hand. I hadn’t even made it to the laundry basket yet.“Mia.”His voice was already sharp. Not loud. Sharp.I pulled a clean top on fast and walked out. “You’re home.”He stood in the doorway of our room with his keys still in his hand. His eyes went to the shirt I had just dropped on the chair.“Why do you smell like Jake?”The question hit so clean I felt it in my stomach.“What?”“Don’t ‘what’ me.” He picked the shirt up, brought it closer to his face, then threw it back down. “That’s his soap. The same one he uses at the house. It’s all over this.”I laughed once, too quick. “I was at his gym, Ryan. Of course I smell like the gym.”“The gym smells like rubber and sweat. This smells like him.” He stepped closer. “You’re getting too comfortable with my brother.”My mouth moved before my brain did. “That’s crazy. He’s training me. That’s all.”Ryan’s e