Dahlia Angelo
I hadn't come out of my room for hours. I'd been too busy planning the night of November 20th. I don't care if he says we're not doing it. We fucking are.
My feet kick the bed just for fun. It's boring as fuck in this house.
I mean it's only me and him, and then a ton of guards.
My gaze wanders around the room as I think of something to do.
I could go to the gym.
My legs dangle off the bed and I stand up. I need to change into something to work out in before I go.
I open the closet doors and step into the somewhat tiny room that holds tons of clothes. I wonder who designed this because I don't believe Alessandro did.
My eyes scan through the racks of clothes until I finally pick out an outfit.
Dark blue leggings and a white crew neck with a black crop top underneath in case I get hot.
(Outfit)
I slipped it on and went to the mirror to see how it looked.
The blue complimented my skin tone and the leggings looked perfect in general.
I grabbed a small bag with a water bottle in it and other stuff then headed down to the gym.
As soon as I got there I noticed a few people that were there a couple hours ago. I wonder if they have been here since.
Probably.
I found my way to the treadmill and hopped on it. I changed the speed to 6.5 and started running.
The thoughts I had left my head and I ran for about 30 minutes.
Finally, I got off the treadmill went over to the weights, and sat on the bench to do a bench press.
I grabbed the weight above me and I slowly brought it down to my chest breathing in. I pushed the weight up breathing out and continued this about 30 times.
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Sinful Secrets
Roman d'amourDahlia Rayne Angelo grew up in the Angelo family. A prestige family that was known for their cold and dominant personalities. Dahlia was sent away at the age of 6 just a year after the death of her sister. She was sent to Russia to be a part of the...