My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

I asked curiously. “I go to a personal trainer once a week, and I do self-defence once a week. I used to do more, but I just don’t have the time now. I am the assistant manager.” He said with the dorkiest smile on his lips. He is getting more at ease as the conversation is flowing. I could feel myself all warm and happy inside. I haven’t felt this relaxed with anyone in a long time. “I would love to do something like that, but I don’t have much time for it,” I said, “I can fit a workout in at the gym, but nothing more than that,” I added.

When we weren’t in classes, he encouraged us to keep up our cardio and strength training, which is probably the reason Dez got into the business. Dez owned a personal training business, and while he worked for a gym right now, he had the ability to set his own hours and eventually planned to start his gym as well. All of my career goals aligned with something in the finance world, my high school classes were all math and accounting based. No one here even knew I was trained in all kinds of MMA, I could kick some serious ass, but it wasn’t something that I had a strong passion for like Dez.

Kayleigh says. “I see, I see.” He winks at her, and I find it incredibly uncomfortable. “You guys know we have personal trainers here, too?” Kayleigh shrugs, and the guy's eyes flick to mine. The back of my neck starts to hunch, and I instantly get bad vibes. “No, but I have no idea what I’m doing in the gym.” She laughs. He nods at her, but his gaze finds mine again. “Yup. I’m one. I could, uh…teach you guys a thing or two.”

3. His muscles didn’t come from working out in a gym. Ryan had a personal trainer come into the office 4 times a week. Unless he was traveling, Ryan always scheduled Marty in his diary. Her boss wasn’t someone she thought about very much, but she was trying to skirt around her own problems and focus on something else. When she thought of him, the only thing that came to mind was him being an asshole.

I shrieked, but in a hushed tone. "I can’t stay at the packhouse, and I want to be present this time. I applied for work nearby. At the supermarket and the gym, if I get any of them, then I'm just nearby if you need me." "The gym?" I repeated. He nodded. "Personal trainer. It works for me as it's just a couple of blocks from here." "You just want to be around females!" "Shit, no! I don't know any other work, so that was the closest to what I know. I'm not even sure if they will accept me, but if you don't want me to take that job, then I won’t."

| BLAKE | From the moment Trisha walked into the gym last week, I was done for. There was something about her, maybe it was the shy, almost hesitant smile that captivated me, or the way her body seemed to move with effortless grace, curves perfectly balanced in all the right places. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she filled out the registration form, her focus entirely on the paper in front of her. When the manager eventually assigned Trisha to me for personal training, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t have been happier.

Let's not forget his fucking plump arse. “Can you get off me?” I pleaded, hoping he would take the hint. After the first day when I refused to be his personal trainer, this damned bastard had been a thorn on my side. If I thought he was being extra before when he followed me practically everywhere, it was nothing compared to this. I had sneaked out this morning to go work out before he woke up, but it seemed he had heard the door click shut. I was just doing my warm-up with a weight when he entered and came straight to me, plopping down on my thighs and acting innocent.

And besides, she won’t be doing it alone. Valerie entered the room clad in workout leggings and a fitted hoodie which made her appear strangely ready for the situation. You ready princess? ” she teased smirking at me as she set her bag down on the chair. Today I have the opportunity to serve as your personal trainer. Fear not, my approach shall remain gentle toward you. The possibility exists. ” A guttural sound of displeasure emerged from my throat. “You? Why you? ” Valerie positioned her hand upon her chest in an exaggerated display of faux indignation. Excuse you but I am the most qualified person here. My background includes helping challenging individuals navigate through distressing ci

Marcus Lopez is the reason I've been showing up to the gym at 6 AM for eight weeks. It's not the fitness. I hate fitness. I hate lunges and I hate burpees and I hate the word activate used in reference to my glutes. I hired a personal trainer because my doctor said my cholesterol was "concerning" and my best friend said my ass was "tragic" and between the two of them I caved and signed up for three sessions a week at a gym that costs more than my car payment.

She had a confident grin spread on her cheeks. "Don't be too sure." Hadley snapped. And there I was, like the lost sheep in the midst of the goats. "What's the personal training about?" I asked. "Personal training. Anybody would understand the meaning of the word, but then again, you're dumb as fuck." Zita snapped at me. Hadley shook her head and took it upon herself to reply to me.