His Personal Trainer

Chapter 24

I got a bike a couple of weeks ago, after... yeah well, it's a nice bike and I love it as much as my Mustang, it's a Ducati and I couldn't be prouder of my bike. Also, I've been quite busy so I haven't been riding it, of course I've got my reasons...

Since I had my gym back, I've gone to work and worked extra hard.

I started doing more stuff, took more stuff more seriously.

And I was still training Alex. Of course it was work only, nothing more, nothing less.

I've gotten plenty of more people, and to say the truth, I'm glad I'm helping all of them. You never know what stuff life can throw at you and it's always better to be prepared for anything and everything.

For the first time in my life, everything is going smoothly, and most things are now predictable.

I've made a few more friends, only a few since I suck at making friends.

Sometimes Alex will drop off at the gym to bring me lunch, or just something. It was weird at first but I got used to it. We didn't really talk since I was pretty busy most of the time, I mostly just thanked him ate half of the food and went back to work.

I didn't mean to be or sound rude, but one day he finally confronted me.

"What is wrong, Raven? You keep putting more workload on your shoulders, and you've lost part of your staff because of that." Alex is pacing my office, while I'm just slowly eating the sandwich from Subway he got me.

"Nothing is wrong. But now that I don't have to look over my shoulder every five seconds, I can now take more responsibility and take care of my gym more properly." I reply honestly.

"You're becoming a workaholic." He states.

"And? I don't see what wrong with that. Anyways, aren't you one too?" I retort.

"I used to be, ever since you came into my life-"

"No, don't go saying anything about me, just please leave and let me continue working for the day. My gym is closed on Sunday, we can talk then." I cut him off, and simply walked out of my office and went to my next appointment. I didn't eat nothing for the third time this week.

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Alex P.O.V.
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I stand in her office, surprised at the argument we just had.

She has been shutting me out for the last week, sure on Sunday that little thing with Katherine happened, but I thought everything was good once I told her I loved her. I mean sure she didn't say it back, but I thought she believed me.

I've been trying to get her to go to therapy, I can't keep going to her house when she calls because she had a nightmare, yes I love her, but sometimes I got something important to handle, but I drop it just to go to her.

Maybe your not so different from her, a voice says in my head.

I used to just order lunch to my office, but now I try to eat with her, but she hasn't eaten anything every time I bring her something and this has been going on for four days now.

She's been working too much, been putting more stress on herself, it's not good, it's not healthy.

I'll try to make Sunday a good day for her, so that way I can see what has been wrong these past few days since what happened at my parents house.

Every time I've been to her house there's also been something thrown on the floor. At first I ignored it, but after a couple more visits I finally let my curiosity get the best of me.