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“This is the most traumatic experience of your life? I’m jealous.” “It’s not a competition.” “No, it’s not.” Through the window, he replaced the envelope in the glove box and shut it. Then he sauntered over to the driver’s side. To me. “But as someone who has seen worse, you know what helped me survive mine sane? The gym,” he continued solemnly, hazel eyes flashing into mine. “Working out trains not just your body but your mind. It shows you how strong you really are and you take that strength into every other area of your life. That’s why I’m inviting you for a session. You might like it and want to continue. It’s also fine if you don’t. But you should give it a try.”

There is a gym in the house with all the equipment. The gym room is in complete black colour with black carpet down. Jenny entered inside with the protein shake in her hand, and when her eyes captured Austin, she lost herself in his beauty. He is just wearing black shorts and headphones around his ears, running on the treadmill. His thighs are long, and he is looking so hot while running there like a lion. She tilted her head while watching him, and a smile aroused her lips.

Vivian grabbed folded workout gear from a corner pile and pressed them into my hands. “Change.” I blinked. “What about you?” “Already on it.” She peeled off her top without hesitation. I hesitated only a second before doing the same. The gym was louder than I expected. Music pulsed from speakers, mixing with the thud of fists hitting flesh. Dozens of people filled the space, some grinding through machines, others sparring on the mat. Two men traded blows in the center. Each punch landed with a sharp smack that made my chest tighten. My breath caught as one man went down.

Amy had been coming to this 24-hour gym for six months now. Late nights, when the place was almost empty except for the hum of treadmills and the occasional clang of weights. She liked the quiet. Liked how the mirrors threw her reflection back at her—sweat-glistened skin, sports bra clinging, leggings hugging every curve. She liked catching glimpses of herself moving, strong, alive. She also liked catching glimpses of him.

The rehab gym in the Blessed Luna Wing looked deceptively harmless. Sunlight filtered through tall, frosted windows. The equipment gleamed—parallel bars, treadmills, resistance bands, and balance boards. A low speaker in the corner murmured some neutral piano track meant to soothe. Aiden hated it on sight. “Up,” Lyra said. He glared at the parallel bars like they’d insulted his lineage. “I’ve been out of bed for two days,” he said. “Maybe we start with… I don’t know, sitting in a chair like an old man in a park?”

She’s a few years older than me and I like to think that us Girl Bosses will stick together. “I’ll be ten minutes, Mom.” I swing my legs out of the bed and stretch from side to side with my arms stretched over my head and lean to one side then the other. My running kit is still over the chair from the other morning only since I’ve got nasty cramping, running is the last thing I feel like doing but I will go for the fast walk. Exercise always helps me mentally and it’s so good to take my mind off Cody. I’ll put in ear pods in and stick on my latest audiobook. I’m currently listening to a psychological thriller by Daniel Hurst, one of my go2 authors.

************* CHAPTER 151 ~Kaia’s POV~ The sound of my sneakers hitting the treadmill filled my ears as I kept a steady pace, eyes forward, sweat slicking the back of my neck. The gym was mostly quiet, a few early risers in their zones, focused and breathless. It was my favorite time to be here—when the world hadn’t yet caught up and I could just be. No pressure. No contracts. No media headlines. Just me. The treadmill beside mine beeped to life. I barely glanced to the side until I heard his voice.

I typed back a quick response. Ruby: Hi, yes. I’ve just been busy. I’ll be coming in today. The reply came almost instantly. FITCORE GYM: Awesome! See you soon I set my phone down and finished the rest of my food. When I stood, I felt a faint stiffness in my muscles, the kind that came from too much tension and not enough movement. I made up my mind to visit the gym. Before heading upstairs to change, I picked up my phone again to call Malcolm, just to know where he went.

I didn't bother with panties. I heard the heavy, rhythmic clank of weights coming from the home gym. My father was out, so the house was ours. I took a deep breath, checked my reflection one last time, and walked in. Marcus was there, drenched in sweat. He was wearing grey shorts and nothing else. His muscles were bunched and tight, shifting under his skin as he gripped a heavy dumbbell. He looked like a statue come to life. I walked right up to him. I stopped just inches away.

one of the housekeepers said when she found Aurelia standing near the kitchen. “The gym?” Aurelia murmured. She walked down the hallway toward the workout room. The glass door was slightly open. Through the gap, she saw Gian training with a muscular man, probably a physical therapist. Gian was wearing a gray tank top and black training pants. His arms looked stronger than she expected. Sweat glistened at his temples, but he stayed focused. “Engage your shoulders and back, Mr. Gian. Don’t bend your knees too much,” the therapist instructed.