"Shit!" I curse as Damian helps me plop onto the swivel chair in the bijou office of his .
My body is in excruciating, immense pain on my third day of working out. All of my 's veins are facing unprecedented muscle pulls. The worst is with my back; it like it's in shambles. Someone has to enlighten me once more as to why I'm even this cursed gym.
This guy keeps reassuring me that the muscular pulls would stop in a few days. What does a few days mean to him, huh? A week? No, because I'm positive I'll to feel absolutely terrible for the next four days. Then, how long? A month?
I'd better stick with my figure. I am okay with my body just the way it is, and I love just the way I am. I don't know what made me try this sh*t.
Damn!
I'm not even sure why I'm still here. I'm so sick from even the aura of this building.
Everything about this damn gym stinks!
"Drink some". Damian offers me a bottle of water, which I annoyably grab.
"Thank you, but what I need is to leave this damn place." I retort in a sneering, irate .
I attempt to lift my frail, wobbling body to my feet but
Oops!
I was oblivious of my vulnerability. I didn't realize just how much my legs were until I found myself wandering in his arms as he nabbed me from tumbling.
We pause for a moment of silence, staring at each other like two dumb idiots.
Why does being in his arms feel so good? Why, in the few days that we have been , do I constantly find myself stumbling in his arms like this? Why does being close to him feel so sweet?
"You seem to be rather stubborn, huh?" He hums, his hot breath tickling my nostrils.
"No. You are the one who is being obstinate because you keep pushing me into this the fact that you know I am not fit," I snap while maintaining my gaze on his.
You know, he's the only one to blame. He continued reassuring me that the aches and would pass fast when I wanted to quit on the first day. Clearly, he lied, being the contrary is truly what is occurring. Today is the worst day of them all, with 's suffering being greater than the day before, and today I am experiencing compounded pain of the three days. And he has the audacity to tower before me his annoying height and accuse me of being obstinate?
Come on!
I'm done with this. I've had enough of believing his lies. He can go tutor those model- , slim bitches who are accustomed to this. After all, I have seen just how they gush him like dripping honey that they all want to lick. Now they can have him all to , like before.
"I am out of here." I push past him. I don't even have the slightest bit of strength to a muscle away from him. It was more of him figuring out my gesture, and he with my request. Without saying a word, his powerful arms drop from my , and he takes a step back.
"Can you even walk?" He queries.
He makes a very valid point, but right now I find his voice a little annoying. I am not wimpy b*tch, you see! Neither have I been, nor ever will I be one!
I conjure every ounce of strength left in my body and dare my legs to betray me in a of despair such as this. I need to show this jerk that I am strong. I turn my on him, take the first stride, and give my legs a quick mental "thank you" for me. I begin to make my way outside without having the fortitude to check except where my next step will land.
As I limp out of the gym, I can feel the innumerable number of eyes on me. The only left is people staring at me. Stupid, ugly, and manner-less creatures! As if they never seen a limping person. I want to stop and scream at them to resume their workouts, but I know better than to put myself in that scandalous position.
I slowly make my way outside of the detestable gym, muttering curses to the eyes taunting me from behind and swearing never to step foot in this place once more. This is the most insane thing I have ever done.
Sigh!
If I thought lugging my pitiful hobbling self out of that awful hall with a hundred eyes my unfitness was humiliating, then this one is pure hell. I only descended the staircase, and I can't imagine descending the remaining ones, let alone the sets that are awaiting ahead. Gosh! What can I do when my bones are me to stop abusing them further? Spend the entire day here.
I'm certain that the arseholes back in the hall are currently guffawing at me. For that alone, just so my figure can disappear completely out of their irritating sights, I myself down a few escalating flights of stairs. By the time I make it halfway the first set of steps, my entire body is burning. Fantastic! I am out of their , but sadly, I am unable to take another stair. At least not just now. I am totally out.
To support myself and relax, I lean against the wall by the side of the corridor. The and fire in my bones are terrible, and this wall doesn't seem to be doing me any because I feel like I could tumble to the ground at any moment. Before my legs give up on me, I start to slowly sink to the ground to take a break, but bum ends up in a strange spot. Not exactly strange, but strangely familiar.
His potent scent fills my airstreams as the aura surrounding me changes abruptly, and entire being warms up to his perfect timing. Even so, I can't seem to forget that he is the reason I am going through this torture right now. I don't know what the got into me to concur with all of his wacky ideas, but not any longer. All the , I don't repudiate his aid. To do so, I would be an idiot.
My hands are wrapped around his neck as he scoops me up bridal style, and I start to as he makes his way downstairs, holding me in his arms. As we descend, there no spoken words other than the whispers coming from the other two downstairs , which I can't help but overhear, but I dare not look at those lazy bones.
He seems to be angry for some strange reasons, or whatever is causing this expression his face, and I feel like a bomb about to go off. In such a case, silence is the .