Starting Strength: Basic Barbell Training

My husband's gym was celebrating its grand opening, so I grabbed my best friend and headed over under the guise of "checking the place out," armed with a $10 trial class we had snagged from a group deal. I never once mentioned that I was the owner's wife. The moment we wrapped up the workout, a female trainer slapped a price sheet into our hands and gave us a look that could cut glass. "Let me guess, you two came here to milk the freebies? Our private training sessions cost hundreds. They're not here for people like you to exploit." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We bought a perfectly valid trial class. How does that make us freeloaders? Get your manager." She rolled her eyes, acting like she was the rules. "Call whoever you want! The owner is my boyfriend, and he can't stand penny-pinchers who show up trying to mooch off his gym." Then, right in front of us, she called him—voice raised, dramatic, dripping with fake indignation. "Babe, there are two cheapskates in your gym demanding the manager. Come deal with them for me!"

Blurb Having no one in your life seems hard but for Ayato it’s only normal, so what if he doesn’t have anyone? As long as he have money. But the problem is he doesn’t have money too. No one to lean on + No money= Seige Ayato. Ayato decided to enter S University where they give everything for free and pays money , but when he entered the University that’s so good to be true he discovered it’s darkest side where he met Yuuki Toshita his assigned ‘Personal Trainer’. Personal Trainers in S University aren’t normal trainers that you expect to be, Personal Trainers there train other ‘things’. They train your body in different ways, they teach you different styles and positions in different ways. Ayato decided to apply the V Course to avoid other ‘lessons’ but one day Yuuki-sensei showed up in his dorm one day naked! What will Ayato do to avoid the ‘things’ he don’t wanted to do?

My CEO wife, Cassandra Solis, has high hopes for me. In fact, she has drafted an elite training program for me. I have to work over 20 hours a day, finish every meal within 3 minutes, and spend no more than a minute in the restroom. "Honey, elites must achieve what normal people can't. Only when you become a true elite can I entrust the company to you." I can feel the major responsibility weighing down on my shoulders. Every day, I devote everything I have to work. Five years later, I've successfully taken the company public. I've also completed Cassandra's hardcore training program. But at the end-of-the-year gala, Cassandra hands over the position of the Executive Vice President—the same one that she's promised to me—to her newly-recruited assistant. Upon noticing my displeasure, Cassandra explains to me smilingly while holding a bouquet of flowers, "Oh, silly you! Having a completely useless boss is the final trial I've set up for you! Once you've completed this trial, I can finally hand the company to you!" But lines of text suddenly flash across my vision. "Oh, poor Harvey! He still has no idea that Cassandra has been training him just so he can earn more money in order to clear off Xavier's debt! Not only that, but she also steals the position Harvey has been longing for and gives it to Xavier! Cassandra really has crossed a line this time!" "You're being too dramatic. Cassandra is just paying Xavier back for his benevolence. She feels guilty for what she's done to Harvey, you know. Once she's done paying back her debt to Xavier, she'll pay attention to Harvey once again and live happily ever after with him." I'm stunned by what I see. Is this the actual purpose behind the elite training program? I'm about to pull out the terminal cancer diagnosis report, but I quickly stuff it back into my pocket. It's a shame that I'm about to die. I suppose that I can't live long enough to see that day.

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

“Do you even know all the ways a man can be seduced?” Noah whispers, hot breath leaving a trail down my ear as I try my best and fail to push the irritant off me. How is he… how am I unable to do that? I am bigger than the man. “Do you know the things I could teach you?” I grunt, pushing at his arms once more. Another feeble attempt that ends with me being humiliated. “Get the fuck off me, Nolan.” He groans, taking a nip at my earlobe. Fuck. “Let’s keep on playing that game, pole boy. I have all the time in the world.” *** Theodore Bennett has only wanted two things since the moment he was old enough to understand the grand things of life. Stability and the ability to understand why he feels heat rushing up his ears when a cute guy talks to him. He does not want the very irritating new teammate and roommate, Noah Carter, to ruin his routine and barrage into his life with his perfect face, his perfect lips and the perfect family. He does not expect to fall in love with the boy sent to kill him. Noah spends his life avoiding everything that has to do with friendship and relationships. Stalking Theo is not part of his list. Discovering Theo is a pole dancer makes everything better. But what will he do when he has to kill the man he loves?

“No… I can’t… Uh… My body belongs to my husband…” At the gym, I hired a personal trainer to work on my glutes. To make sure I was training my hips right, I wore a pink mini skirt with a hint of my plain white underwear peeking out from underneath. As if I wasn’t sensitive enough, the personal trainer lifted my skirt and pressed against my thighs. I felt a tingling sensation coursing through my body. The personal trainer tugged down my damp underwear. “Are you getting an itch you can’t scratch? Let me help you there.”