Page 51 of His to Bedevil

She slams her own utensils down and glares at me. “Why not, Alejandro?” The meekness quickly turns into irritability. “Before you stole me, I worked out practically every day. When I wasn’t working out, I was doing physical activities like hiking and rock climbing and windsurfing. Catch my drift? I’m. Fucking. Bored. If you genuinely want this to work at all, you need to know that I cannot just sit around all day every day. I need adventure and some sort of sense of freedom. I need out.”

We stare at each other for a long moment. I know she’s right. She isn’t the type to be able to sit still for very long, and if I don’t want her to fly the coop, I need to start fulfilling some of her needs. “All right.” I pick my utensils back up and start eating again. “You can continue to go to the gym. If you want, we can go for a swim in the ocean later too, if you’d like.”

The scowl on her face softens some. “Really?”

I nod and point to her food. “Eat up and we can head to the gym.”

She smiles a little and digs in. I bite back a smile of my own. Making her happy makes me happy. Like I have more of a purpose here. Not just for my family’s empire, but for something more in life. My newfound purpose in life is making Irma happy. Making mywifehappy.

When we walk out back to head for the training facility, Irma stops and starts stretching. “What are you doing?”

“Stretching.” She eyes me and stretches her hamstrings. “We’re running there.”

The corner of my mouth quirks. “Oh, we are, are we?”

She nods her head and bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. “Racing, in fact.”

I break out in laughter, and she stops what she’s doing, planting her hands on her hips as she glowers up at me. “What’s so funny?”

“Is this something you and Lucas did?”

She smiles and nods her head. “Twice. He won both times, but not by much. Once I’m back in shape, I think I can actually beat him.”

Biting back a smile, I roll my head around on my shoulders and do a little bit of stretching of my own. “Okay,mi amor. If you want to race, I’ll give you a race.”

“So, who would win between you and Lucas?” she asks as we walk to the edge of the grass.

I give her a smirk. “Who do you think, my love?”

“Lucas,” she says without hesitation. “He’s, like, really fast. I was actually lying when I said I thought I could beat him eventually.”

Chuckling, I stop in place. “Well, I guess you’re about to find out,mi amor.”

“Okay.” She grins then faces forward. “On three.” She starts counting, and I’m almost too distracted by her beauty to hear her say one and take off. For a moment, I just stand there rooted to the ground as I watch her round and plump ass move in the tiny spandex shorts she’s wearing and her thin and toned legs. She’s gained some of her weight back, and she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve always preferred thicker and more submissive women, but Irma is everything I never knew I wanted. I love the fire inside of her and her intelligence and her petite body that I can toss around as I please.

Finally, I take off after her and catch up easily. At first, I keep pace at her side, humoring her. Aside from the scowl in place on her face, she looks so carefree, the wind in her hair and her feet pounding into the ground. She’s never looked so radiant.

Focusing ahead, I see we’re already halfway there, so I need to show her which brother is faster. Putting more effort in, I run at full speed. I don’t need to run as fast as I can to beat Irma, but I’ll admit, I want to show off a little for her. Hearing her talk about how fast my brother is and knowing how they were enjoying their time together last night, I feel the need to puff out my chest a little.

Hardly out of breath, I stop and turn around to wait for her in front of the building. She gets there a few moments later and almost collapses. “You okay, my love?” I rub her back as she bends over grasping her knees and tries to catch her breath.

She shakes her head and chuckles. “You boys are unreal.” She stands up panting, but she’s smiling. “You guys should be in the Olympics or something.”

I snort and place my hand on her lower back to lead her toward the entrance. “Or something,” I murmur.

Heading inside, we see Diego and Berto messing around in the ring, sparring. Berto may be pushing sixty, but he’s in great shape. Lucas and a couple of guys are taunting them from the outside, and Irma stops to observe. She watches in amazement as Berto circles around Diego, light on his feet. “Come on.” I take her hand in mine and lead us over to the ring, next to Lucas.

“Hola, chaparita.” Lucas ruffles Irma’s hair before she smacks his hand away. Then he looks over at me and juts his chin out. “Hermano.”

I dip my chin once. “Lucas.”

“So, didchaparahere tell you how she kicked Diego’s ass?”

My eyes snap down to Irma, and she avoids eye contact with me. I can see her blushing as she tucks some hair behind her ear. Lucas snickers, and I glare at him. “Why the fuck was she in the ring at all?” I snarl.

Lucas puts his hands up and steps back a little. “It was her idea,papa. And Diego behaved himself, I made sure of it.”

Growling, I feel Irma place her hand on my arm, gaining my attention. “It was fine, Alejo. He didn’t hurt me. He let me beat him up if anything.” She smiles.

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