broken trust | k. o'reilly [ON HOLD]

[ eleven ]

The weekend passes by quickly. I do go out with Dakota Saturday night but I gave her my phone so I wouldn't call Kyle.

Sunday is spent recovering from all the drinking I did Saturday night. I sleep most of the day and drink so much water that I have to pee all the time.

My alarm screams at me Monday morning around eight. I groan and shut it off. I lay on my back and sigh.

Should I really go and meet up with Kyle to train? I don't want to give him the wrong idea by showing up to train with him. I don't want him to think that I'm giving us a second chance at a relationship, especially after all the kissing and the sex we've had since I signed on Wednesday.

I get up anyway and get changed. I do need to train today and it wouldn't hurt to have a training partner for the first time training at the Performance Center. I put on a black sports bra with matching black leggings. I wear a loose white tank top with my black and white Nike sneakers. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and put a black headband.

My phone begins to ring and I see that it's Kyle. I answer and put it on speaker.

"Good morning sunshine," Kyle says. "I didn't hear from you yesterday so I wanted to see if you were still planning on meeting up at the PC?"

I head out to my kitchen and say, "I was planning on going to the PC. No one said I was meeting up with you." After a moment of silence, I continue. "I'm kidding. Yes, I'm planning on meeting up with you."

As I grab a red Gatorade from the refrigerator, Kyle says, "Well, hurry up. Your iced coffee isn't going to be iced for much longer."

I blink, confused. "I don't have iced coffee," I say slowly.

Kyle says, "A mocha ice coffee with cream, a shot of espresso, and extra sugar is waiting for you downstairs along with a ride to the Performance Center."

"Kyle, you didn't," I say, walking to my window. I look outside and see Kyle's car outside of my apartment building. I grab my Gatorade and keys. "I'm coming down."

I hang up as I get on the elevator. I take the elevator down and leave my apartment building when I get to ground level. Kyle leans against the white Toyota holding a medium sized iced coffee.

He says, "I ordered this for years for you. I hope your order hasn't changed." I take it from him and take a sip, humming softly.

"This is amazing," I say. "I haven't had coffee in a while."

Kyle laughs and says, "I thought you could use it. Hop in. I'll drive you to the Performance Center. I heard that William Regal wanted to speak to you too when we get there."

As I get in the car, I ask, "About what? He's not firing me, is he? I haven't been here for more than a week."

He laughs and starts the car. "Calm down," Kyle says. "I don't think he's firing you."

I drink my coffee as Kyle drives. Kyle puts on some Harry Styles for me since he knows how much I love Harry. I hum along to the music.

We pull up to the Performance Center. I gather my things and get out. Kyle follows me. When we get in, one of the security guards tells me that Regal wants to talk to me. Kyle walks off to the gym and I head to William Regal's office.

My hands get sweaty and shaky with anxiety. Why does he want to talk to me? I got signed less than a week ago and he already wants to talk to me.

When I arrive at Regal's office, after wandering around for ten minutes because I got lost, I knock on his door three times. A "come in" comes from the other side of the door. I open the door and walk in.