he was no one to comment on it. At the same time, I wished he didn’t mean them.
What the fuck. I was right before. He was the biggest asshole I had ever met in my life. But some part of my mind hoped that it was just a joke. Yet why did I feel insulted when he said those words? If he was joking, I shouldn't care at all. If I grasped his nature, he was flirty, and arrogant. I felt kind of bad. Why was he affecting me this much?
No, Julie. You are a fighter and fighters don’t have lots of curves. Fighters have muscles.
There was a spark that flew between us. What was that about? When he wrapped me in his arms, and when my breasts were pressed on his mouth, I felt like he was trying to suck my nipple.
Oh god, what is happening to me? Am I feeling so horny that I'm daydreaming? I'm not looking for any relationship, and fucking my client is out of the question. Come on, Julie. You need to get a hold of yourself.
But then, the way he looked in his sleeveless tee, his muscular abs exaggerating all that he had…wow. I felt like I wanted to touch them, and imprint them in my mind.
God, what was I thinking? I had seen hundreds of better abs in my life. Heck, I worked with them, and still my mind was fixated on Noah's body.
"Julie, he insulted you, so get him off your mind quickly," I whispered again.
"Are you talking to someone, Julie?" someone asked. I turned back to look at them. A fighter was standing in front of me, looking puzzled.
"Was I talking out loud?" I asked.
"I didn't hear what you said. But I wanted to make sure that I didn't disturb you."
"How do you know my name?" I had never met this man.
"Mark told me about you. I'm Tony Wade. I fight in states league."
"Hi Tony. How may I help you?" So he was a fellow fighter. As a trainer, it was my job to help these guys and not have fantasies about them. Yes, Noah was totally out of my league, and he was a jerk on top of everything.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor." His blue eyes lurked with hope.
"Yes. I'm here to help." I smiled at him, to give him confidence.
"Thank God. I was so afraid to ask you about that. You know, I kind of... don't talk with girls."
"No worries. I can understand, people have different orientations." So he was gay. But that was perfectly fine with me. I was there to work with him and not judge him on his sexual fantasies. Heck, I had my own fantasies, and I was trying to run away from them.
"Why would you say that?" He looked puzzled. He was scratching his head now.
"I know your issue. It’s perfectly normal to be different."
"Different? What kind of different? Why do you think I'm different?" His voice was bewildered.
"It's okay, Tony. You don't have to hide it from everyone. I have friends who are like you." I was bitterly reminded of Eddie. But he was gone for good, and it wasn’t fair to hate other gay people just because my ex-boyfriend turned out to be one of them.
"Please tell me what’s going on? I don't get girls." He grabbed his hair, eyebrows pulling together.
"Don't be shy, Tony. I know you’re gay. It's perfectly fine." I touched his shoulder. I saw Noah looking at us from the corner of my eye. He looked furious. He walked towards Rose, who was standing in front of the pool. Why was he going to her? He didn’t work with her, so why would he approach her?
"What? Why would you say that?" The words dropped out of his mouth.
"You only mentioned that you like talking to boys."
"I didn’t say that." His jaw fell wide open.
"Relax, Tony. It's okay. And I will help you no matter what.” I hoped his issue would be something related to training, and not an emotional breakdown. I wasn't ready to hear him crying over some boyfriend running away. My mind was still dwelling on Eddie.
"Okay, lady. I don't know what really got into you, but I'm not gay,” Tony said, a bit angrily. “I have issues talking to girls because I'm a shy person. And I want your help to work on my shoulder. Jimmy told me that you
What the fuck. I was right before. He was the biggest asshole I had ever met in my life. But some part of my mind hoped that it was just a joke. Yet why did I feel insulted when he said those words? If he was joking, I shouldn't care at all. If I grasped his nature, he was flirty, and arrogant. I felt kind of bad. Why was he affecting me this much?
No, Julie. You are a fighter and fighters don’t have lots of curves. Fighters have muscles.
There was a spark that flew between us. What was that about? When he wrapped me in his arms, and when my breasts were pressed on his mouth, I felt like he was trying to suck my nipple.
Oh god, what is happening to me? Am I feeling so horny that I'm daydreaming? I'm not looking for any relationship, and fucking my client is out of the question. Come on, Julie. You need to get a hold of yourself.
But then, the way he looked in his sleeveless tee, his muscular abs exaggerating all that he had…wow. I felt like I wanted to touch them, and imprint them in my mind.
God, what was I thinking? I had seen hundreds of better abs in my life. Heck, I worked with them, and still my mind was fixated on Noah's body.
"Julie, he insulted you, so get him off your mind quickly," I whispered again.
"Are you talking to someone, Julie?" someone asked. I turned back to look at them. A fighter was standing in front of me, looking puzzled.
"Was I talking out loud?" I asked.
"I didn't hear what you said. But I wanted to make sure that I didn't disturb you."
"How do you know my name?" I had never met this man.
"Mark told me about you. I'm Tony Wade. I fight in states league."
"Hi Tony. How may I help you?" So he was a fellow fighter. As a trainer, it was my job to help these guys and not have fantasies about them. Yes, Noah was totally out of my league, and he was a jerk on top of everything.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor." His blue eyes lurked with hope.
"Yes. I'm here to help." I smiled at him, to give him confidence.
"Thank God. I was so afraid to ask you about that. You know, I kind of... don't talk with girls."
"No worries. I can understand, people have different orientations." So he was gay. But that was perfectly fine with me. I was there to work with him and not judge him on his sexual fantasies. Heck, I had my own fantasies, and I was trying to run away from them.
"Why would you say that?" He looked puzzled. He was scratching his head now.
"I know your issue. It’s perfectly normal to be different."
"Different? What kind of different? Why do you think I'm different?" His voice was bewildered.
"It's okay, Tony. You don't have to hide it from everyone. I have friends who are like you." I was bitterly reminded of Eddie. But he was gone for good, and it wasn’t fair to hate other gay people just because my ex-boyfriend turned out to be one of them.
"Please tell me what’s going on? I don't get girls." He grabbed his hair, eyebrows pulling together.
"Don't be shy, Tony. I know you’re gay. It's perfectly fine." I touched his shoulder. I saw Noah looking at us from the corner of my eye. He looked furious. He walked towards Rose, who was standing in front of the pool. Why was he going to her? He didn’t work with her, so why would he approach her?
"What? Why would you say that?" The words dropped out of his mouth.
"You only mentioned that you like talking to boys."
"I didn’t say that." His jaw fell wide open.
"Relax, Tony. It's okay. And I will help you no matter what.” I hoped his issue would be something related to training, and not an emotional breakdown. I wasn't ready to hear him crying over some boyfriend running away. My mind was still dwelling on Eddie.
"Okay, lady. I don't know what really got into you, but I'm not gay,” Tony said, a bit angrily. “I have issues talking to girls because I'm a shy person. And I want your help to work on my shoulder. Jimmy told me that you
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