Love Trainer [VegasPete Edition]

Week Six

Pete was already exhausted, the trainer was relentless in his pursuit. He didn't miss a morning text and wouldn't stop pushing for that movie date. At the gym he started meeting Pete outside the main entrance, he would open the door and smile at him cunningly.

The sit ups were always the worst, those monolid eyes with obsidian orbs were nothing short of hypnotizing. There was a shine in them that only existed with the company of great thrill. His black hair was always shiny and looked incredibly soft, his biceps were always in full display. The bastard must have noticed Pete's weakness for praise, which increased them by tenfold. It felt like every other word was adulation.

After an hour of torture, the Adonis would escort Pete back to the main entrance. Pete couldn't help but feel satisfaction, watching little miss tight pants waiting for her trainer. He wished she could hear his demand for a text upon safe arrival. Pete only missed that text once, because the one day he did, there was a call from Vegas with an inquisition.

Pete's biggest problem was his ego. The desire to be desired wasn't something he could just turn off. Upon the trainer's confession he finally began to see the signs of desire. He really liked when the bastard Adoni's gaze assessed his body salaciously or the way he wouldn't miss a chance to look at Pete's ass.

The constant demand for attention was both annoying and reassuring. It combined with the confidence that was slowly growing as his body began looking more fit and it made Pete bold. One selfie offered a peace sign and a wink, with a full display of his dimples. His white shirt was hanging over his shoulder, chest full out on display. It was a dirty play, but he was confident in his evasion tactics.

However, Pete wasn't counting on his best friend turning into a double agent. When Vegas joined them on another work-date at their favorite cafe, she tried to sabotage his plans.

"If you're coming to dinner, you should come to the movie with us too! You're off today, right?" She rested her chin on her hand and leaned toward the Adonis.

"Shereen!" Pete warned, but it did nothing to deter her evil intentions.

"Yeah, I'll come. I can be your driver again," the bastard Adonis looked at Pete as he answered.

Fuck! "You really don't need to," Pete assured through gritted teeth.

Shereen's and Vegas' smiles were machiavellian. There was no way he could fight two against one, he was officially trapped.

Pete's heart was beating a mile a minute as they made their way through the dark corridor of the movie theater. Sure as shit the trainer not only opened all the damn doors for him but paid for everyone's tickets and snacks.

Shereen was a happy little devil, practically skipping in front of them. Pete sat in between them stiff as a board, surveying the room as he tried to come up with an escape plan.

"Relax, I'm not pouncing on you, I'll wait for you to come to me." The Adonis had leaned closer to speak in a hush tone and Pete's stomach kicked.

"Dream on," Pete countered. Does he have to smell that good?

The movie was surprisingly good, and Pete admitted to enjoying the banter of debate that happened between the three of them after. At dinner the twins pitched in more theories and he got to witness the trainer laugh out loud. It was pretty cute, but not enough to get him to break.

"I follow the actor on IG. I don't think I'll be able to look at him the same!" Shereen complained. Then she looked at Pete and Pete knew her enough to know the next thing that would come out of her mouth would piss him off. "Hey Vegas, do you have IG?"

"He doesn't," Pete was quick to reply.

His answer back fired, everyone reacted with great surprise. As if not having IG at this day and age was a crime against nature. This resulted in Shereen, Arhit and Phrajan guiding Vegas to download the app and how to sign up. They agreed on the IG name LoveTrainer97. Pete's only choice was to drink and dissociate.