Hers Exclusively

They don't know

A/N: My first Dom/Sub book. 😂 I just hope I nail it.

Scott

It is Saturday, my only resting day and even then, I am not free to walk the streets like the average man. I am followed by bodyguards, hassled by my adoring crowd and targeted my enemies. For these reasons, I can never be alone. My father had lived his entire life looking behind him and once I had owned my own company at twenty, my life had taken the same shape.
SkyLine is my life’s work and I will never let anyone endanger her. It is my company founded solely by me as an act of rebellion against my father. He had tried to blackmail me to either marry or lose the ownership of his company, EastBelt. I decided to spite him: I formed my own. SkyLine is an investment company and I love buying out dying companies like my dad's. I bought his two years after SkyLine was officially opened. Many people depend on me for their livelihood and many fear me for my charismatic mien. They don't know the real Scott Manley.
“Gary, stop at the gym.”
My driver nods and focuses on his driving. I work out on Saturdays sometimes at FitFreak, a gym I hope to buy soon and resell, of course. When I exercise there, I am the only one because it is locked up exclusively for my use. Gary knows the drill.
“We're here, sir,” he announces and I get my gear bag. He opens my side of the car and I see the cars of my bodyguards parking as well. I enter the gym alone though and close the door behind me.
A leggy blonde walks towards me seductively in pink fitted joggers. She is a vision of pink, her Adidas sneakers and bra top pink and her hairband as well. She is my personal trainer and the sister to the owner of FitFreak.
“Are you ready to sweat, Mr. Manley?”
“Call me Scott, please,” I remind her for the umpteenth time.
Beck rolls her eyes and bends over to pick up a dumbbell. It looks light in her grasp but I could tell it packed a punch.
“I'm gonna drive you hard until you sweat outta ya eyelids, Manley.”
I only hear two words: drive and hard. My body shivers from the force in her words and anticipation makes me sweat even before we begin. She makes me do twenty sit ups and twenty jumping jacks before we move to the heavy lifting. I am hardly a heavyweight but she pushes me beyond my limit, screaming commands and I obey everyone of them. She says squat lower, I squat lower.
When the ground starts to spin, I fall on my knees, having overworked my body. I heave big breaths, perspiration dripping down my back from my hair.
“You are getting lazy, Manley. Couldn't do a fifty today.” Beck tosses me a towel and I catch it sadly, ashamed to have disappointed her
“I'm sorry, Beck. I'll–I'll do better next time, I promise. I just have so...”
“Get going, Manley,” she cuts into my bullshit. “I can't even look at you right now.”
She leaves through the exit and I sit there, disappointed in myself. I couldn't do stupid fifty pushups and I am supposed to be someone important. I get up and trudge to the shower. As the water dripped down my back, so do my tears run down my face. Beck is angry with me, I could tell. When I do what she wants on good days, she smiles and ruffles my hair but today, I had gotten tired at forty five and had crashed like an abandoned house. No smiles or ruffles for me.
After my shower, Gary drives me home and I fall asleep, hating myself.