Apparently, the gym's packed with a lot of sweaty bodies, loud music, and protein shakes flying like holy water. I had my headphones on but wasn't playing anything — just using them to avoid small talk.
I mean, are all gym rats like this? Always so talkative? And the sound they make every time they lift is just… annoying.
Nate's gym has mirrors everywhere. Every time I look up, I can see him from every angle — looking so serious, doing his job as a coach. That man is definitely wearing his "working armor" right now.
Anyway, he told me to stay in sight — and I did.
Sat on one of the benches, sipping from my water bottle while scrolling past some TikTok videos, minding my own business.
Then this guy came up to me, real cute. Muscular, kind of like Nate.
Maybe I did run my eyes over him. I mean, he's damn fine.
Too bad he can't compete with Nate — no one beats my man.
He said, "Hey," pointing to the empty seat next to me.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Uh…"
Yeah, I got carried away by his voice, but let's answer that honestly:
Yes, I would mind because that menace I call my boyfriend is probably wondering why this deep chocolate is sitting next to his baby.
Before I could finish my thought, he sat.
"I haven't seen you around before."
Sir. Be serious. You're about to get murdered if Nate thinks this is flirting.
So I laughed nervously, like I always do when I know things are about to go sideways.
"I don't really come here that often," I replied.
Yeah, I should've just told him I came with my boyfriend — but where's the fun in that?
He smiled wider. Almost like he was blushing.
"Well, you should."
Aww, he's a sweetie.
"I should?" I said, teasing. Should I? If Nate lets me, of course.
"Yeah, you should. You brighten the space here."
Aww, really?
I wish I could go down with this guy.
Too bad I've got my own man.
And almost like my thoughts summoned him — there he was.
God. He looked so angry.
Walking toward us like a waging storm.
So I leaned toward the guy and whispered,
"You might wanna back down now."
He looked confused — until he saw Nate's face.
"Hey," Nate said. "You new here?"
"Yeah, just joined two weeks ago," he replied. "I'm Jabari, by—"
"Cool." Nate cut him off with that tone. The one where he's smiling but it's not real.
"Nice to meet you, Jabari ," I said, shaking Jabari's hand like nothing was wrong.
God. You should've seen Nate's eyes. Jealous. Burning.
"I thought you said you were staying in my line of sight?"
Yep. He just marked his territory. So cliché.
So I gave him my best innocent look.
"I am in your line of sight," I mumbled.
"So close to someone else?"
He didn't even blink. Damn, someone tell him to calm down...
Jabari panicked. "Woah, I swear I didn't have any motive, bro."
"Oh really? Because that's what it looked like to me," Nate replied.
Now I had to help this poor guy.
"Stop it, silly. He was just being friendly," I said to Nate, giving him that look that says let it go.
"Exactly!" Jabari added, already looking exhausted. "Well, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yeah. With no motive," Nate said — answering that for me.
"You really had to do all that?" I asked.
"Absolutely," he replied. "Especially when a guy's trying to get on with my boyfriend."
"Well… that was hot. And I'm proud of you."
Honestly? I was. That's Nate being Nate — and I'm cool with that.
"Sorry I killed your fun too soon. Couldn't stand him smiling at you like that," he said.
"And I'm not surprised you did. Seeing you so angry is my love language."
"Well, in that case, I'm gonna get you a t-shirt with my name all over it."
"You're so embarrassing."
"Yeah, yeah — you love me despite that."
Then he asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good. You?"
"I'm fine. You hungry?"
"Not yet," I replied.
"Okay," he said, standing up.
Then he kissed the top of my head — like we weren't in public and walked back to work like nothing happened.
Me?
I was sitting there, hard again, emotionally unstable, and very aware I'm dating the human version of obsession.
Guys, coming to think of it… I've been staring at Nate for, like, a whole hour now. While updating you hotties on my tragic soft-boy life, my third leg has been saluting this man non-stop.
And who's to blame? Nate. Obviously.
He's lifting heavy like it's therapy, grunting like a sinner, muscles flexing like he was in an ad-show
It's sick. Honestly. I need help. Or a leash.
Suddenly, he stops mid-set like a scene in a movie. He says something.
Except... I don't hear it.
One: I zoned out watching his damn back muscles.
Two: I've got headphones on. They're not playing anything, of course. Just my anxiety blockers.
I blinked, pulling myself together. "What did you say?"
He walks over still glistening, still smug — and gently pulls one of my headphones off. "I said... why do you keep staring at me like that?"
Great question.
How do you tell your obviously sweaty, post-workout, tattooed boyfriend that he's making you hard just by existing?
I tried to play it cool. Keyword: tried.
"I'm just… admiring the view," I said, biting my bottom lip like a little menace. "Don't get shy now."
He tilted his head, smirking. "You look like you're about to commit a crime."
"Maybe I am." I stood up, stretched a little — making sure my tight shirt did that thing it does. "You free for a break? Five minutes. Ten tops. Maybe fifteen depending on how generous you are."
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning?"
"Nothing crazy," I said, already slipping my hand into his. "Just need a little taste. You've been working out so hard it's only fair I help you… relax."
He looked at me like he knew exactly what I meant. And he did.
Nate always knows.
Without another word, he led me toward his office a sleek little glass room overlooking the gym. Kinda professional. kinda inappropriate.
Just how I like it.
He locked the door behind us. I turned around and immediately dropped to my knees like I was born for it.
"Woah," he muttered, backing up a little. "Not wasting time today?"
"I've been horny for the past forty-five minutes," I said, palming the bulge in his gym shorts. "This is me doing community service."
He chuckled, brushing a hand over my cheek. "You're something else."
"Shut up and let me worship you," I said, pulling down his shorts and freeing him.
And oh there it was. Thick, already hard, perfect like it always is.
No, I won't describe it. My man's dick is none of your business. Just know it deserves an award.
I wrapped my lips around him slowly, teasing, licking like I had forever.
He let out a low groan. "Fucking hell, baby…"
God, I love when he groans like that.
His hand tangled in my curls as I sucked him deeper — wet, slow, sloppy enough to make him swear under his breath. I wasn't rushing. Just showing love. Real, unholy love.
He tried to stay quiet, probably because the office had glass walls — but I could tell from the way his thighs tensed and his breathing changed: he was close.
"You're gonna make me cum," he hissed, gripping the edge of the desk.
That's the goal, babe.
I looked up at him, eyes watering just a little from the depth, moaning around him like a problem child. That did it.
He came hard, grunting like he does when he lift weights and cursing every 2 seconds more like "Fuck" holding onto my head
When he finished, I licked my lips and stood up slowly, proud and glowing like a sinful angel.
"You're insane," he said, pulling me into a kiss, tasting himself on my tongue.
I grinned. "And you love it."
He smirked, still catching his breath. "We're not done later. I hope you know that."
"Oh, I'm counting on it," I said, fixing my shirt. "But for now, let's pretend nothing happened and go back out there like respectable citizens."
He laughed, smacking my ass lightly before unlocking the door. "Respectable? You're the craziest person i know with what you just did"
I winked. "That's i learnt from my boyfriend who's a menace ."
We stepped out.
Nobody knew what just happened.
Except us.
And maybe that one girl on the treadmill who gave me the side-eye.
But who cares?
Nate's the boss here, so we do whatever we want right?