Gym Bae

Part 4

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You know I got so much to say,
I try hide it in my face
and it don't work, you see through
that I just wanna get with you.
ʸᵒᵘ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇʸ ᴰᵒʲᵃ ᶜᵃᵗ
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• Victoria's POV •

It's been almost a month since I opened my big mouth and scared her away. Though I was only joking... well, partially joking, I didn't expect her to disappear. John said she now works opposite hours of him. Something that she apparently suggested as a solution to train the new hires better. That way they 'all get the proper training they need directly from management'.

When I asked John if they had been having problems with their new people recently he said no, they just agreed this would be more efficient. While John didn't find her reasoning suspicious I did. Then again I knew something John didn't. I knew what she felt was more than a little crush and I'd be lying if I said her lustful gaze didn't egg me on. The way her eyes would scan my body and her breath would hitch. It really did my ego good.

Now I'm not an insecure woman, I'm aware of my beauty and grace and John made sure I was fully aware of how breathtaking I was. He was everything I could hope for in a man... he just wasn't a woman. Something about women just made me melt. The delicacy we juxtaposed with a powerful, stern determination. The love we exuded and rendered. The unrefined, inhibited passion we expressed consciously and subconsciously. Our playful and teasing demeanor. It was just different.

And with the success I was finally harboring, I wanted my cake and to eat it too. I thought I deserved it after all the sacrifices I had made to get to where I am. But I wasn't sure how John would take it. Though he was fine with my ex-girlfriends, this was a completely different ordeal. For starters she wasn't my ex or current or anything, she was John's friend. A thought I had been mauling over quite frequently since the bathroom encounter.

I found myself fantasizing about all the expressions she probably made while she pleasured herself thinking of me. How good she probably looked with her head thrown back and fingers sinked deep with herself as she moaned my name. And more times than not, that would lead me to taking my own shower... or to John, whichever was closer at the moment.

That night I'd first heard her, I could feel my hormones raging as I entered my home and as John greeted me, all I could do was immediately jump his bones, seeking every bit of satisfaction. But even round after round after round didn't fulfill my need the way I wanted. His hands were so much rougher, his movements a bit clumsy if I'm honest. Thought he was very fluent in the sheets and with reading my needs, it just wasn't him that I needed.

I debated opening up the discussion with him but something told me that wasn't a can of worms I wanted to pry at. Probably since he barely wanted me to meet her in the first place and now I understood why. She was quite the charmer. Her humor was sensible and her sarcasm subtle. Her smile was always bright and she'd even made John blush at one of her particularly slick innuendos. When he shared this I normally would've gave him the sharpest of side-eyes but because it was her it seemed like a reasonable reaction.

He continued to grumble in about how he hated when she did that especially in front of a client but the client's loved it. That was the first time I was more jealous of a client than the fact that a woman had been flirting with my man. It's also when I realized I just may have a thing for this girl.

But it was just a small crush, nothing to panic over, yet, somehow I found myself frantically cleaning the entire house at the mention of John hosting a Fight Night this weekend for the guys. "Is she going to come?" I had asked when John had mentioned the idea. "Hopefully" he shrugged. "I haven't seen her in a minute so it would be nice but she's been pretty busy lately." "Mmm" I hummed.