My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

“Why do you need a personal trainer?” “I want to learn how to defend myself. I don't want what happened last time to happen again, and don't tell me your men will be there to protect me because they were nowhere to be found that day.” I preempt him before he refutes my request by suggesting the latter. And also, I'd like to defend myself from him and kick his ass, but if I tell him that, obviously, he'll refuse. “Well, you're right about that. I'll get you one. Now, continue eating; tomorrow you can go buy what you need.”

She pointed to the track that ran along the edge of the building. “It is a full quarter mile. Behind that wall is the basketball court. We also do classes in there, I’ll get you a schedule. Obviously, these are the free weights and weight machines. If you need any assistance, just grab one of them in the shirts.” She pointed to a couple of guys in the corner wearing blue shirts like her own. On the back of their shirts it read TRAINER. The man in the black shirt waved back and blew her a kiss. “That’s our masseuse. He’s a flirt but changes boyfriends more often than I change underwear. The other guy is Purnell, he’s one of our trainers and is a full time fire fighter.”

I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. “Kinesiology,” I said, deciding to ignore the looks. “It’s the study of movement of the body. It focuses on muscles and joints and exercise. I want to be a personal trainer like my mom, someday.” My mom smiled, proudly. “You would be a very good personal trainer,” she said, quietly. There was silence around the table for a moment and then Aunt Luna clapped her hands.

Then, he moved on to weight training. Ambrose's excellent looks and impressive physique drew a lot of attention in the gym. "Boss, this can't go on. We can't sell our personal training sessions anymore!" "Yes, boss. Are you sure he's not here to cause trouble?" Several personal trainers swarmed around the gym owner, grumbling. The gym owner rolled his eyes at them. "He holds our gym's lone diamond VIP card. His spending alone is worth a hundred people. What trouble? He's the god of wealth!"

Everyone that looked down on me, every one that always thought that I wouldn't amount to anything will be proven wrong. That was what I said to myself but in my head there was a very visual image of who I was pushing myself for if I was able to unlock this power inside of me then he would no longer see me as a weak person anymore but rather someone that could stand by his side. However I didn't know how more than half of the equipments of my personal gym worked some of them were really self-explanatory just by looking at them and some others looked a little bit complicated. this was something that I immediately brought up with my parents and then when they heard about it they asked me if I w

After the tour she sat me down at a small table near the front counter and gave me a myriad of options to choose from. The one that struck me was the free personal trainer option. I had no idea of how to work out. Maybe I could have some sexy and very likely sweaty guy yelling orders at me while whipping me into shape. Hm… that wouldn’t be too bad at all. I checked the box beside that option.

he called, planting his hands on his hips and breathing hard as he watched me tear off my gloves with my teeth. “Fucking hell, Castelli. Have you mistaken me for one of the punching bags in here or something?” he asked in a raspy voice. “It’s like you have personal beef with me this evening. Swear to God, I’m starting to regret ever agreeing to be your personal trainer.” “Tough luck then because you’re stuck with me.” I said before twisting off the cap of my bottle and chugging down several large gulps. “It’s women's problems again, isn’t it?”

“We have to start from the basics, ma'am. You can’t skip the process." I remembered when I first walked into the training room that morning and found him there. That was the third time. Once at the ball. Then I had stumbled into him while running out of the party. And now here he was waiting dutifully as my personal trainer. “Greg,” he had said casually, extending a hand. “Your trainer. Appointed by the Alpha.” Huh,? The Alpha knew about my training? But now that I think about it, could a personal trainer be given to me without his acknowledgement?

Chapter 1: The Session That Should Have Stayed Professional I never wanted a personal trainer. The company wellness program made it mandatory after the annual physical flagged my blood pressure and the extra weight I’d been carrying since the divorce. Three sessions a week, minimum twelve weeks, or the insurance contribution went up. I signed the form with the same resentment I brought to most things that felt like punishment. Then I walked into the private training studio on the third floor of the building and met him.

"Are you seriously taking him in? HIM? look how weak he is, and he didn't even pass the simple trial!" He was giving Adeline a 'bitter than gall' look as he said each word. "You know you seriously don't have to talk, Igor," Madden faced him. "Oh?" Igor scoffed. "I am the head trainer here, and this is my ground. On my grounds, you follow my words, my rules!" Madden spat authoritatively, his eyes lit. Igor went silent, and Madden smiled—that poisonous one. "You have the full authority at the clinic, and you don't see me complaining. Push yourself off my business." he stated.