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I push the barbell up grunting as I count 12 in my head. I put the barbell on the bench, panting as I take a sip of water.
"We've been here for three hours, you planning on going back home anytime?" Callan says, putting the dumbbell down.
Fuck no. I'm going fucking crazy. And going home, being around her will worsen it. It's only been about three months since shes been living with me but, she-fuck! She does something to me. And I don't know what it is but I don't like it. I don't like how utterly powerless it makes me feel. How it makes me lose all my control over myself.
I shake my head. "I just-" Make up an excuse. "Wanna go have a drink?" Yes, maybe I can stay at his place tonight?
Callan shakes his head, sitting down in front of me as he pants. "I got to get the men ready. We have to go to Russia next week. Have you told Isabella yet?"
No. I've been avoiding Isabella.
I shake my head again.
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for dumbass? Leaving her here with me is gonna be hard for her, you understand that right?"
I decided to leave Isabella with Callan, since she was the most comfortable with him. Plus, I can trust Callan. He would never hurt her. I mean, Marco could stay with her too but, he said he wanted to come with me.
"I know. Fuck, of course I know. I just-" It's gonna be hard for me too. "I'll tell her. Today."
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"And that's what I think, Rain. I mean, is it logical? No. Probably not. But my heart tells me it's right. It's so right, Rain. I feel it all over my body. I'm just scared, ya know?" I hear Isabella's voice as I walk in the house. I'm immediately hit with the smell of cake.
She's talking to a dog as if he actually understands her.
"Where are you going? No. Come back. Rain. No. My snuggle buddy." She whines and the next thing I see is Rain running through the hallway towards me.
"Hi, boy." I put down my gym bag, rubbing his belly.
"Hey. You're finally home." I look up to see Isabella standing at the end of the hallway. Wearing a white dress with small ruffles at the top.
Fuck! Is she trying to kill me?
I avert my gaze trying to calm my speeding heart. "Yeah. Um- just working out." I take off my shoes, walking in right past her.
I'm met with maybe 10 cooked and decorated cakes on the counter. Damn. How long was I out for?
"You've been working out for 8 hours?" Isabella walks closer to me curiously, her pretty white dress flowing as she walks.
