Playtime Rules

Rule #17: New Day New Rules

Jevonte put her through hell in their workout.

Burpees, wind sprints, weighted pushups, spider crawls, rope training, and a twenty-minute run on the treadmill.

She wanted to quit several times, but he was right there with her, doing them with her. She knew he got off whatever anger on her, and she took the punishment. Her body had never been pushed so hard. She felt she would throw up any second.

It was JeVonte who kept her going. She both wanted to impress him and show him that she could.

The minute they were done she passed out on the dirty floor, breathing hard, sweaty, every muscle in her body sore.

"You done? I was just getting warmed up," he said, with a grin on his face as he looked down at her.

"I think I need a stretcher to get out of here."

He reached out his hand for her and she reached for it, and he helped to pull her up.

"Are we done, done? Have you tortured me enough?"

"Sure," he said with a grin still on his face.

"Are you going to continue to punish me?"

"Well, depends," he said. "I don't want it to feel like working out is torture, it's quite invigorating."

Said the super buff, ex-basketball player. Before she started at the gym she could barely jog for ten minutes, now she finished twenty, and though winded, she made it through it.

"I need to go soak in my tub," she said, with a limp, walking off.

"Hey," he touched her shoulder. "My bad I went so hard on you today. I knew you could take it."

"It's cool." She smiled at him. "After I soak and relax, can I come and see you?"

He thought of it for a second, looked around as if he expected someone else to walk over to them, then looked back at her. "I don't know Yancy, I-"

"Please. Just hang out, that's all. We talk, nothing else."

"Okay," he said, then touched her hand. "After I get off in a few hours. I'll text you."

Suddenly, she forgot about the pain she was in and walked out standing tall. Another chance with JeVonte. And even though she had no idea what she was doing, she knew she liked him a lot and he was worthy of trying something different.

She drove home, all smiles. Once inside, she peeled off her clothes, started a shower, and stood in hot, steamy water for as long as she could. She scrubbed down, washed her hair, then barely able to stand anymore, cut the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. She wrapped another around her hair.

The pain was setting in again, so she lay in her bed to relax and before she knew it she was asleep.

She did not wake up till she heard a text ding on her phone. She swiped at it, knocking it to the floor before she jumped out of bed to pick it up.

It wasn't JeVonte, it was Tamyra.

At the gym, I thought you would want to come with me

She ignored her friend, walked into her bathroom, and nearly screamed at what she looked like. She checked the time on her phone, JeVonte had at least another hour or so at the gym. She had plenty of time to get cute.

She combed out her hair, dried it, flat ironed it, threw in some curls, then pinned them up while she finished getting ready. Body spray and lotion, then she dressed in sexy lacy red underwear, a matching set. Not that she planned on doing anything with him.