My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

I began to realize why most of the newbies here enjoyed and remained in this gym, it probably because they could get an individual trainer for themselves among the top-notch people who could guide and help them daily to use some of the equipment available in this gym and to instruct them in some aspects such as weights and training. "Calm down, bro." I chuckled before unzipping my duffle bag to get a towel after I heard Justice being scolded by his trainer after excessively doing his workout. It was probably like this because of Geli. I just smirked and shook my head as I met his eyes. He let out a deep sigh before facing me.

“you can take sit on one of those benches or join us “ the girl I was with said and winked at me with a smile but I just shook my head. Exercises and Me have never been in the same sentence. I looked over at the benches and walked over my heel clicking about the floor with each step I took. When reached at where the bench was stationed, I took a seat giving my feet some relief. My eyes scanned the place and mostly every one here just to figure out who exactly could be my potential client. My whole body froze and my eyes widened when I saw the trainer that was moving through. His wavy blond hair was held up in a messy bun and his beautiful blue grey eyes shone, his whole face was brimming may

I was prepared to give it a shot even though I knew it wouldn't be simple to avoid him. I knew that I would have to avoid him if I had to exact my retribution on him. I couldn't do it if we were closer than we are right now. I knew that I was slowly starting to feel something for him, and that was the major thing making me angry. Here I am in my personal training area, surrounded by a variety of training tools. I made this because I've always wanted to be able to keep my privacy whenever I become furious. I made the order, so nobody has the right to be here. Anyone wishing to enter must have my permission to do so, and those who enter without authorization will face harsh penalties.

I couldn’t move past this place because Dad would be furious and I didn’t want to be back home knowing he would want to talk to me about my attitude earlier. I got up from my feet, Kai had called several times and Rodri as well. I took my phone, putting it in my back pocket as I started to walk back home. I know it will take me close to an hour if I walk, but right now, I don’t care. I rarely care about what happens to me, but now that they were insisting I get a personal trainer, Dad was probably thinking I wouldn’t be able to find a mate. Yes, women train and have basic fighting skills, but getting a trainer said everything I needed to know.

His tone during the workout had been its usual forceful one, but something about how he had conducted himself, about what he said, how close he was to me when he said it—it was too much for me even now. “Well?” I shook my head, realizing I had lost myself in my thoughts. “No, I guess…I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. Just remember that other people might not be as cool about it as I am. Okay?” “Okay.” “And in the future, I don’t mind being in your videos, any time you need me.” “Okay,” I said, a bit surprised. “I am your trainer, after all.” •* *

“Not really. We go to the same gym and he’s always really nice and friendly but he starts to talk and he doesn’t stop and its always about the protein, the program, or the muscle mass. I want to work out and go home, you know?” “I do know. I stopped going to a co-ed gym exactly for this reason.” “I really like my personal trainer,” Magda sighed, “he’s great and he’s really helped me so much so I don’t want to leave the gym. He also likes blondes,” she curled her finger around her brown hair, “which means I’m safe from him.” She picked up a bunch of bananas and put them in her basket. “He’s quite the player but thankfully every girl I’ve seen him with has been

No wonder men were always ready to fall at her feet. “Evelyn, hurry up!” she called, already heading toward the private training room. I groaned, adjusting my oversized hoodie. “Why am I even here? I hate the gym.” “That’s exactly why you need to be here,” she said sharply. “Fitness is a lifestyle, and you need to adopt it. You’ll thank me later. You might even find one that suits you. Pilates. Or whatever.” I rolled my eyes but followed her into the room, where a personal trainer was waiting for us. He introduced himself as Jackson a ridiculously fit guy with an annoyingly cheerful smile.

I laughed. He raised an eyebrow, as if intrigued, and I immediately regretted my choice of words. “I’ve learned from them is all I’m saying.” Holding up both of his hands, he said, “That’s the point, isn’t it?” “What do you do for work?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. We didn’t need to talk about mistakes, and I wasn’t planning on making a new one with him. “I’m a trainer,” he looked at his arms and pinched his lips together. He was a fit guy, but more of a sleek, marathon runner type of fit. “I don’t look bulky, like my buddy Zack, but I take credit for how big he is.”

"You pushing too hard?" "No." I wipe sweat from my face. "Not hard enough." He studies me for a moment. "You got a goal? Something you're training for?" Revenge, I think. Reclamation. Resurrection. "I just want to stop feeling weak," I say instead. He nods like he understands. "We can work with that. You interested in a trainer? First session's free." I think about my bank account nearly empty. But I nod anyway. "Yeah. I'm interested."

"And if you like what you're seeing that much, I can always be your personal trainer." I laughed while I started fishing through my bag for my bikini. "I don't think I can handle a dumbbell, Damien. I’m more of a 'yoga once a year' kind of girl." "I can help with the heavy lifting," he countered while he stayed exactly where he was, watching me move. "Okay, out," I said while clutching the small pieces of fabric to my chest. "I need to change and I don't need an audience." "I’ve already seen the trailer, Kayla, why would I leave before the main event?" he asked while he crossed his arms, his bare chest muscles flexing in the light.