Planet Fitness Blackwood Novels & Stories

“Tonight’s competition is brought to you in part by Campus Corner Coffee, Eugene’s favorite study spot, Wildcat Sports Equipment, outfitting champions since 1985, and we’re especially grateful for the continued support of Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals, whose commitment to student wellness and athletic excellence helps make events like this possible.” The camera panned across the VIP section where various sponsors and university officials were seated, and I was only half-listening while Cameron explained something about the team’s serving rotation for the next set. “We’d like to invite Mr. Lucas Blackthorne, CEO of Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals, to say a few words about his company’s partnership

Blackwood is looking at me with the faintest hint of amusement on his face. Asshole. “Yeah. Got it.” I walk toward the guy I’ve been paired with—Mason something—but glance back one last time. Kaia is standing across from Blackwood on the training mat. And he’s looking at her. Really looking at her. I don’t like that either. “Ready?” I turn toward my partner. He’s tall, broad, and built like someone who’s spent the last five years lifting anything heavy enough to impress people. “Sure.” Blackwood begins explaining the exercise from the center of the field.

And I was done. I grabbed my phone, scrolled until I found Elite Pulse Fitness. Upscale. Expensive. The website promised “personalized transformation” and “expert trainers who actually push you.” I booked the free trial HIIT class for tomorrow morning and the complimentary private assessment that came with it. *If I fix my body,* I told myself, *maybe he’ll finally want me. Or maybe I’ll finally want myself.*

I got in, still always in the same dress as in the evening before, my hair glued from the rain, my Mascara probably smeared like a madman. Nobody looked at me. Or maybe I just formed it. The high house of Adrian Blackwood stood like a black monolith in the grey Jesus. Fifty floors of glass, steel and money. At the sight of me Bad. Blackwood Enterprises was one of the largest investment firms in the Land, and Adrian led them like a kingdom. They said he earned twenty-nine more money than some families in

Elena's POV “Your what?!” I blurt out with my voice echoing through the quiet space. Ryan Blackwood just stands there calm as ever with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s talking about the weather. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead and his eyes... those cold, unreadable eyes... don’t even flinch. “I said,” he repeats slowly, “I want you to pose as my girlfriend for two months. Nothing more.” I blink at him, sure I must’ve heard wrong.

Curiosity pulling her forward, she gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her breath caught in her throat. It was a gym—no, more than just a gym. It was an extravagant, state-of-the-art fitness room, with every piece of equipment she could imagine and more. The walls were lined with mirrors, and the ceiling was high, giving the room a sense of openness that felt almost surreal. The logo “Mr. Black” was emblazoned on everything—the dumbbells, the weight machines, even the towels neatly folded on the side. It was a reminder that this place, with all its luxury and power, belonged to him.

-I like what I do- She smiled as the alpha uncoiled her arms, took her hand and helped her down the stairs at her own pace. His omega had been in bed for several days so his body was still somewhat numb. They collected the few things that she had in the room plus the laptop that the alpha had bought for her to entertain herself and went through the doctor's office before leaving. Among the indications was that no intense physical exercise for at least a week, take a list of medications specialized in regulating your omega status and plenty of rest. Falcon had memorized everything, one by one and the part of a week without touching his omega was the one that worried him the most.

A black and silver sign above the glass doors read: RAPID FITNESS – Elite Training. I had found the place through a desperate late-night search for “intense personal training near me.” The reviews were brutal but effective, people said the head trainer, Jax Voss, didn’t just sculpt bodies. He broke them down and rebuilt them into something stronger. Something obedient. I needed that. I needed to feel something other than lost. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The gym smelled of sweat, steel, and pure testosterone. Heavy bass music pulsed through the speakers. The walls were mirrored, reflecting rows of weights, machines, and people pushing their bodies to the limit.

The place is banned until the official opening which is this Saturday and I'm really happy because Panda Health product is a part of this. "You keep advancing the place" I smile when I walk in. There's some new set of workout tools on display again and more benches. He'd also changed the wallpaper and the lightning is awesome. "I want it to be magnificent and worth PHT products" Jake grinned and I smile. So much effort. "I'm looking forward to seeing your wife this Saturday. She sounds like an amazing woman. The way you've talked about her" I muse and he nods proudly. "I'll make sure she's here"

she smiles. “No, no. I think something much friendlier would be better. Blackwood is a little dark.” I shrug at her stern look. “I’ll think of something.” “Okay, but don’t take too long. Once those plans are in and approved, they will construct the building before you know it.” “How are you doing?” She asks while taking a seat. “I’m good.” “I heard a rumour….” Jen trails off with a wink. I sit back. “Oh yeah? What did you hear?”