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- Author: Lyla Andrews
- Language: English
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A WAVE OF cool air washes over me as I enter the small building, and I
say a silent prayer that the people milling about inside can’t see the remnants
of smudged mascara from my crying session on the drive here. Hell, even if
they can’t see my smudged makeup, my puffy, red eyes and the lack of my
usual partner will do the trick to tell everyone, Hey, I got dumped!
It’s been an entire month, yet here I am, still crying over the douchebag
that cheated on me.
But I’m here now, which means I’m getting better. The gym used to be a
place of solace for me, but I haven’t been able to gather the courage to come
here since the breakup. I’ve been too afraid to run into Brady, and it doesn’t
help that we both have memberships to this small, privately-owned gym.
Even though I’m not fond of the larger chain gyms around town, I had briefly
considered getting a membership at one just so I could avoid him, but screw
that. I refuse to change such a big part of my life and inconvenience myself
just because Brady decided he’d rather fuck some hot, skinny, blonde chick.
This should be his problem to deal with, not mine.
“How are you today, Ivy?” James, the owner of the gym, is leaning over
the front desk, in the middle of showing something to the kid working the
computer, and he’s staring straight at me. My heart skips a beat. Those eyes
seem like they could look straight into my soul, and I really don’t want any
attention right now. The muscles and tendons in his arm shift as he lowers his
arm from whatever he was pointing at on the screen. Impressive.
“I’m fine. How are you?” I cast my eyes down and try to keep my voice
casual, but it doesn’t work. My tone is raspy and uneven from crying, but I
hope he doesn’t notice since I rarely speak to him anyway. The last thing I
need is for him to notice I’m upset, because I definitely don’t want to talk
about my feelings, especially not with this man, who is intimidating and
attractive as hell, 6 feet of carved, defined muscle and dark hair. I don’t think
I’ve spoken ten words to the guy in the past year, even in passing
pleasantries, so I don’t know why he’s decided that now is the best time to
speak to me.
“I’m good, thanks,” he answers, and I can feel his gaze still on me. I scan
my membership card quickly, still avoiding eye contact, and hustle over to
the treadmills while putting in my headphones. I click “play” on my metal
playlist to hype myself up and start my cardio.
I’m not used to coming here so late, since Brady and I always came
together when he got off work at 5:30. It’s 7 p.m. now, which means I should
have no issues avoiding him as long as he sticks to his previous schedule. I’m
sure he hasn’t given me a second thought since we broke up, anyway.
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