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He left before I could say anything back, and the door’s soft click felt louder than it should’ve. I hit the gym after that. Needed to. The noise in my head was worse than any crowd. The place smelled like sweat and resolve — chalk dust in the air, thud of weights hitting the floor, that low hum of effort everyone chased. I wrapped my wrist, still tender from last season, and focused on the one thing I could control — motion. Marcus showed up halfway through drills. “You good, man?” he asked, passing me a towel. I wiped my face and shrugged. “Define good.”

I wish I will never have to see him cos from what I've heard about him, he's not a likeable person. "Thank God today is Saturday. No classes for me" Audrey screams, getting out of bed sluggishly. I smiled at her. I've also started going for dance classes at Thompson's Entertainment where young master work as the CEO. I love it so much and I can't wait to resume back on Monday. The door opens and Gia rushes in panting breathlessly obviously, she has been running but why? "Guess what?” She said as she tried to catch her breath looking from Audrey to me and then back to Lisa smiling excitedly.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

" As he said this, a sharp pain twisted in Theodore's chest. Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Finnegan was in the middle of a workout at the gym. His deep blue quick-dry shirt had darkened with sweat, clinging to his broad chest and sculpted muscles. Beads of moisture dripped from his closely cropped hair, each strand standing on end like a porcupine's quills.

chicken out. Look at all those guns behind these white sleeves my unconscious mind whispered. "Where to? " I asked while strapping on the seatbelt. "You will see" and to crown this as the weird thing that happened today.This dude winked at me before zooming off to only God knows where hopefully not a serial killer's dungeon. We rode in silence listening to Michael Jackson's only school song playing over the radio. I was expecting it to be at least the normal gym you and I are familiar with. As a fit footballer, it's safe to say that I know almost all the gyms in this state but this building does not even look like a gym in the first place. Talk less of checking out to see if I have ever exe

Enzo The air in the gym was thick with the stench of sweat. The fluorescent lights beamed down from the ceiling, casting a whitish hue over the various machines and free weights that occupied the room. The soundtrack for that day was the usual mix of grunts and sparse conversations, the clatter of iron against iron, and whatever was currently blasting through the sound system—at that moment it was a hit rap song, but I wasn’t listening.

Chapter 34 Mondrian I slammed my fist into the reinforced sandbag again, harder this time, feeling the satisfying thud reverberate up my arm. The gym was empty, just the way it should be since I had ordered it made just for me, the echoes of my punches filled up the vast space.

Dax, I went down for an early workout. Come join us when you are awake. Sarah. Simple and sweet. Putting it by the bedside table, I slipped out and headed for the weight room with my phone and headphones. It was still early, so not many guys were here yet. Which I preferred. Nothing more interesting than a bunch of sweaty guys showing off the size of their own dicks to impress girls who couldn’t care less, or gym rats. I decided to start off with the treadmill and running five miles. Turning my phone on to heavy metal helped get me woken up and ready to lift. I was so zoned out that when someone touched my arm, I about fell off the treadmill.

The desk clerk helped her and told her where it was located and how to get in. Meredith found it with no problem and entered the gym for the first time. There was no one in the gym. She found that odd in such a large building but it was Christmas Eve so it wasn’t entirely unusual. Meredith started up the treadmill as she set her bluetooth buds to play the music on her phone then she started with a brisk walk, got off and stretched before returning and running. She ran and forgot where she was and who she was and where her life had been and where her life was going.

But she seems more involved than ever. “Yeah, that sounds lovely, thank you.” I say, genuinely excited to try her newly procured coffee beans. I decide a morning in the gym might be exactly what I need. A complete decompressing workout with a sauna session afterwards. I finish my coffee (which was indeed really tasty), put on a cute gym set Rachel gifted me on my birthday and make my way to the gym in the city. Two hours and a whole bucket of sweat later, I head back to the apartment to shower and start a new fantasy book I’ve been wanting to read for ages now.