I would never go near a guy like him

"The guy was so close to turning pro when he turned twenty-one. He competed in an amateur MMA competition, but withdrew seconds before the championship fight. It had something to do with family drama. His comeback has been all over the Internet"

I sigh.

"Honestly, I don't surf the Internet much"

"Yeah, well, don't distract the kid. He's got some stiff competition in the upcoming tournament that he needs to crush if he wants to get into the pros"

Dad turns off his treadmill.

"I've got to go, daughter. I'll talk to you later"

Before he walks away completely, he turns abruptly.

"Come over for dinner next Sunday. Your mom is killing me. She wants to see you more often"

I nod my head.

"I'll see what I can do"

Dad rolls his eyes and leaves me staring at Jake. He literally has sex on his hand and the way he smiled at me is burned into my brain. Looking at him now with the way his eyebrows are drawn together and his lips pressed into a straight line, I never would have thought he was capable of smiling. I turn off my treadmill and grab my backpack. I'm done working out for the day, though it didn't help any. I'm even more agitated now than I was before I got to the gym, and I have the strangest feeling that the only thing that's going to help me is Jake and his tongue. I exhale, pulling my shirt down again - who am I kidding? I would never go near a guy like him. There's too much alpha male. He oozes authority and aggression. He's a lion and I'm a mouse; he'd swallow me whole and not in the good way. I turn toward the women's restroom keeping my head down and erect, until a vivacious brunette enters the gym and demands attention. In her tight tube dress and heels, no doubt higher than her morals (I'm aware that's not an accepted form of measurement, but it makes me feel better to think about it), she prances directly toward Jake. Of course he's with her - why wouldn't he be? His body is lean and his boobs are big and fake. He strikes me as the kind of guy who enjoys that sort of thing and she's pretty in that fake, wipe it off kind of way.

Her back is to me as she wraps her long, slender arms around his neck, drawing him to her so that his head rests on the nape of her shoulder. Below her forehead, her eyes land on me and.... Damn it! I'm looking at him again, only this time I can't look away. His dark, hypnotic gaze has me trapped. They embrace for a while and all the while he's looking at me with a knowing, yet curious glint in his eyes. Jake pulls away from her and when her eyes finally release me, I spin on my heels and practically run for the showers.

The shower room is a bit cramped and there are only two shower stalls. The other four shower heads are out in the open. I'm not shameless enough to shower in front of other people, but the old lady who was showering freely when I walked in seemed to have no problem with me seeing her naked. I, on the other hand, closed my eyes tightly and threw myself into the nearest cabin.

The water is nice on my skin. A little too cold for my taste, but I need it to be. If I was going to go the day without touching myself to relieve whatever it is that has me tighter than a damn surprise box, then I need something to cool me down. I've never been a sexual person, but right now I'm the horniest I've ever been in my life and it's all because a guy at the gym looked at me.

How embarrassing.

I like sex, but David has been my only sexual partner and sex really isn't something to brag about. It goes for a few minutes and then that's it. The only way I've been able to orgasm is if I do it myself.

I dry off and put on some underwear. I slip on some black stockings and then put on my black dress before slipping on a nice pair of cream wedges. After gathering my things, I head to the mirrored sinks that look misty. Even after the cold shower, my cheeks are still a bit flushed. I rub my foundation to tone down the pinkness and it works to some extent. After applying subtle eye makeup, I gather my long, damp hair into a makeshift bun. It's a bit messy, but it looks deliberate and I can't really be bothered to fix it. I pull my cell phone out of my purse and throw my bag over my shoulder. The old lady is still shamelessly showering when I leave the room and as I walk down the hallway, I turn on my phone and am immediately bombarded with text messages and voicemails from David.

FROM: OLIVIA 12:00 AM

Why is David calling me nonstop?

Please tell me it's real and

Are you done with that arrogant ass?

FROM: OLIVIA 12:15 AM

Answer me damn it!

I don't know if I should open

champagne or not. The suspense

It's killing me!!!

FROM: OLIVIA 12:30 AM

I opened the champagne anyway.

I laugh to myself. Olivia is always looking for an excuse to drink alcohol. I think she's already turned three this year because of it. I hit reply.

TO: OLIVIA 8:15 AM

Yes, it's over between us.

The bastard is gone. No more David

in my life. The idiot hasn't

changed nothing, even though I forgave him

I forgave him and gave him several

opportunities, he's an unfaithful

unfaithful who goes from woman to woman.

"Ouch"

I groan as I walk towards a hard body. My phone slips from my hands and hits the floor. Fortunately, the screen remains crack-free.

"Sorry"