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“That was way different and far more important.”
“Maybe, but either way, your boss clearly needs you. He wouldn’t call and offer you all these incentives if it weren’t important. We can always reschedule our plans.”
He nods slowly, the decision weighing heavily on his face as he unmutes the call.
“Okay, I’ll go in. Just for a few hours.” He holds up four fingers, indicating how many hours we’ll be apart.
“Thank you, Giovanni, you’re a lifesaver,” Mr. Daniels’s voice bursts through the speaker, coated with relief. “See you in half an hour.”
He ends the call and I smile supportively.
“Go save the day,” I encourage, removing the bonnet from my hair and giving him a quick peck so he can get ready. “We’ll pick up where we left off when you’re done.”
He smiles back, gratitude and regret on his face, before hurrying into the shower. I quickly prepare myself, collecting everything in my overnight bag and waiting for him by the makeshift teepee. He comes out, wrestling to get his shirt on, and catches me smiling. I compliment him again, barring a few kisses, before he slips on his shoes, grabs everything he needs, and walks us out the door.
Upon returning to my apartment, I methodically unpack and prepare my breakfast. As the hours elapse, I work, addressing various motions and emails that have emerged from Friday’s incident and require my immediate attention. It is nearly past 4 pm when my phone chimes. Anticipating a message from Giovanni, I am surprised to discover it is from my new friend, Bex.
Not sure if I should send this to you but if it were me, I’d want to know. I’m sorry.
Sorry?
Sorry for what I wonder as the three dots circle for a couple of long seconds. When the image flashes onto my screen, shock grips me. My heart drops, my hand goes limp, and the coffee mug I hold plummets, shattering on the floor. Hot coffee splatters across my tiles as my hand covers my mouth.
Giovanni is kissing Jenna.
17
GIOVANNI
Rushing off to work, I quickly drop Kacie at her apartment building, offering a brief, apologetic kiss goodbye. The urgency in my step doesn’t falter as I head straight to the gym. Mr. Daniels is waiting for me right at the door with stress lines cutting across his forehead. He claps me on the shoulder, a silent thank you for showing up amid the crisis.
The moment I step through the door, it’s clear today will be a marathon. Clients are swarming in, each with urgent demands and simmering frustrations. I’m in the thick of it, doing my best to juggle scheduling conflicts and appease upset clients.
It’s a delicate balancing act. On the one hand, I’m trying to calm them down, and on the other, rapidly rearranging appointments to fit everyone in. It’s evident of the flu’s impact rippling through the gym as the receptionist desk is short-staffed and Mr. Daniels, who doesn’t usually work Sundays, is checking people in while answering phones.
I move through the gym with purpose, attending to each client’s needs. My role is more than just a trainer today. I’m a mediator, problem-solver, therapist, and negotiator. Ifind myself performing a delicate balancing act, employing diplomacy and swift decision-making in equal measure.
As I guide clients through their routines, I’m acutely aware of the physical and mental demands of the job. My muscles work tirelessly, and my mind races to keep up with the ever-changing dynamics of the day. Each interaction is carefully navigated, aiming to maintain client satisfaction.
Throughout the day, my thoughts sporadically drift to Kacie. Her understanding and supportive demeanor when I left this morning makes me happy and content that I have such a caring woman by my side. I silently vow to plan a special evening to show my appreciation for her patience and understanding in cutting our time short. Maybe dinner in the tent followed by making love to her under the string of lights. Play some romantic movies on the television to set the mood. The image in my mind is giving me a stiffy as I think about it. This morning was great, but a sample snack compared to how much I want to devour her when I get home.
And having her covered in my cum, the white against her sultry skin, makes me want to sink into her the second I see her again. I run a tense hand through my hair, needing to release this horny tension somehow. I jump in to do a few bench presses with my client to demonstrate form over function while using it as a distraction from my thoughts.
If I could catch a break, I’d masturbate in the private bathroom reserved on the second floor. Without that being a possibility, I continue to knock out a few sets with each client to get rid of some of the energy and lust coursing through my body every time I think of Kacie.
The gym’s clock ticks onward, and the influx of clients wanes as the day progresses. The noise level gradually decreases, allowing the beat of the music blasting through the speakers to finally register as I take a much-needed break to grab a drinkand snack from the healthy bar at the front of the gym. I swipe my smoothie from the counter and turn around to run smack dab into Jenna. She stands before me with a surprised look on her face.
“Giovanni! I didn’t expect to see you here today.”
She adjusts her long ponytail before flipping it over her shoulder.
“Aren’t you off on Sundays?”
I manage to smile, glancing at the clock to see it’s after 4 pm. Way past the four hours I committed to when my boss called. I wonder how fast I could get out of here and back to Kacie.
“Yeah, it’s been a hectic day. Had to fill in for a couple of trainers out sick,” I explain, adjusting my grip on the smoothie. She nods sympathetically.
“You look like you’ve been through a marathon. But I must say, it’s always a pleasure to have you around. You bring a certain energy to the place.”
