Million Miles

Chapter 4

                 MILES

      I can't seem to catch any sleep tonight. It's 3am and I haven't slept even once. I don't even try, I know it's useless as my boner stands at attention.
Cold showers don't work anymore.

I own this building and my wife to be who is a walking sex goddess lives next door and she isn't even aware of the fact that I'm having the hots for her.

My erection is pushing through my sweatpants wanting something it can't get. I have to remind myself countless times of the plan, to stop me from barging into her room and having my wicked way with her.

I know I could use my charming bad boy look on her to get what I want because one thing I'm sure if is that she isn't oblivious of the amazing chemistry between us.

But.... since I met her I've wanted just her no one else not even the super models chasing me. And if anything was to happen between us I want it to be special for her.

Gosh!I'm a goner! I groan as I hit the shower once more third time in one night and I must say I'm surprised I haven't caught a cold already. I'm not the type of guy to consider a woman's feelings as long as she wants me and I want her I make sure to establish boundaries between us. So why in hell am I thinking of sending flowers to her office tomorrow with a secret admirer note attached? Damn, Miles don't you dare grow into a pussy. You've not even fucked her yet. Imagine how pussy whipped you'll be when you finally do.

I head to the gym across my building twenty minutes after 3am. I usually don't workout that much because I'm already in good shape but I've been hitting the weights lately to distract my self, (but I do have a diet) these abs don't just build themselves.
I keep my workout shirt on as I head to the ring to fix the punching bag then begin hard, venting my frustration without stopping for a bit.

Fifteen minutes later, I sit on a bench as I take a big swig of water pulling my shirt off, I pour the cold water on my head to cool me off. I'm still high on adrenaline so i do the dumbbell, twenty squats and fifty push ups. I look down and see some women practicing yoga postures and I envision one to be Vanessa and fuck what that does to me. I'm upstairs where i have my own private quarters I can see and hear everything going on below but no one does me. Thanks to the transparent glass flooring.

I actually bask in power here, I like being in control and that's exactly how I feel now. No one can access this place only me.
I finally drop it down to the easier work outs to relax my muscle.

I hear a soft gasp behind me and I sigh contentedly, finally!

I turn slowly, to meet the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen,which never seizes to knock me off breath just like it does now.
She looks beautiful in her bra like work out shirt and a low waisted leggings with pink pair joggers.

"Vanessa".
I call out, trying to sound surprised.

Inside me though, I was just whiling away time before she came around to the gym. She always comes here on Saturday mornings and has been requesting for a personal yoga trainer for three weeks now from my manager Alex who has formed a friendly bond with her lately.

Being the selfish asshole I am I arranged to be her trainer
Not that I knew or gave a shit about it.

"Umm... Oh, I'm sorry, I think the Alex guy brought me to the wrong place. I'll just. Umm.... go back and ask him". She stammers looking nervous.

No way in hell am I letting you leave. "No,honey. You are not lost. I'm actually your yoga instructor." I say carefully, trying hard not to scare her.

"Ohh.. I hope I wouldn't be much trouble. I mean....." She looks confused and her face is all flushed.

"Whoa, hold on. It's not like I'm doing this for free". I say smiling, trying to lighten up the conversation

"Oh, yeah. Right". She says, relaxing a bit.

Yes! Babe, you are definitely paying, but with your sweet dirty body.

With the edge off, I take her through some positions which I imagine to fuck her in.
Damn!,what's wrong with me. I must be a sick fuck!