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“Exactly that. Do I have to accept it?” “What? No-but- that’s-“ Nina was speechless. Rogan wasn’t making any sense. She couldn’t understand him at all. Rogan chuckled at her reaction. He moved forward and pet her head. “Look. Rejecting me will only make you weaker. You need help with your training and I am the best option for that. I’m strong enough to properly teach you. And hell would I allow some other guy to come close enough to you for that. Do you understand? I’m trying to help you. Me training you will be more efficient. At least better than whatever it is you think you are doing on that field during the day.” Rogan said while slowly caressing Nina’s dark reddish-brown hair. Nina blin

she asks. “Strength training,” I say. “We respond with preparation. From tomorrow—program.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “I don’t like the tempo, but denial isn’t the solution.” No point saying more. She knows. In the morning, I rewrite the list: • training: low-bar pull-ups, 3×2 reps, with rest • running: on canvas, 2 laps, stop on signal • nutrition: more protein • fix rest windows • rune measurement at noon

I understood the psychological whiplash. He’d spent his whole life building a fortress of fake masculine dominance, and in ten minutes, I’d turned it into a pile of rubble. It was natural for him to feel exposed. By the afternoon of the second day, my patience was wearing paper-thin. I was sitting on my balcony facing the backyard pool with my sketchpad, drawing the tree line, when Joe came out in swim shorts and started doing laps.He pulled himself through each length with a focused efficiency, water streaming off the line of his shoulders with every stroke, the late sun catching the muscle definition of his back each time he surfaced.

he muttered. The two had gone in earlier while he and Mark briefly discussed his schedule for the following day. Regis took off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them onto a bar stool. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water and then stepped into the gym to do a little physical activity. This was his nightly routine when there were no pressing matters. Burning off calories helped him drain his energy, ensuring a good night’s sleep without battling insomnia. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. He took the hand bandages and hand straps and attached them to his palms. Regis jumped up onto the ring that was available in the gym.