Tempted

No More Cupcakes, Cupcake

I collapsed against my tiny silver car. My entire body burns! Tears threaten to fall as I try to calm myself down. Day one of cycling class sucked! My legs are not meant to go as fast as the instructor, more like Drill Sargent, demanded they go. That man is a beast! I wheezed loudly. I nearly fell down as someone tapped on my shoulder. I felt my body sliding down only to feel two strong arms around my middle.

"Woo there love!"

I let my head fall backward and holding me in his arms was a slightly worried Vin Jones. I smiled sleepily up at him, "Hi, Mr. Jones."

He pinched my chin gently, "First one is always the hardest."

"I don't believe you," I managed to wheeze out.

He just grinned before opening my car door. He looked inside and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Cupcake printed seat covers?"

I felt myself blush, I forgot that Daphne put those in there. I must look like a true fat girl. God, please don't allow him to happen across my Pintrest.

"I got them as a gift."

He grinned, "No more cupcakes, Cupcake."

I just laughed along with him before getting in. He leaned forward resting against my open door.

"So I went through the liberties of printing you out a meal plan. I hope you don't mind if I am your health coach?"

I blushed, hell no I don't mind. A man like him caring about a girl like me, I could only dream of something like this. I shook my head and reached for the paper. He pulled it back playfully.

"Love, I want you to follow this plan religiously. I want to see you succeed. I also want to make something perfectly clear: I don't want you skinny, I want you healthy."

He really knows a way to a girl's heart! I smiled shyly up at him and nodded. No one has ever really said that before. My mother thinks being skinny is healthy. So to hear an attractive man contradict her words feels good. He just wants me healthy. I reach out for the paper and this time he hands it to me. He shuts my door before walking away. I started my car and drove the fifteen minutes home.

I pulled into my gated apartment complex and type in my key code. Adele's new single softly playing from the speakers. I rubbed my hands nervously together as the gate opens. I need to deep clean my pantry, fridge, and freezer. I pulled inside and parked my car in the car port in my assigned spot. I open my door and go to stand. I land on my ass in the gravel. I forgot how sore I was. Groaning I pulled myself off the ground and then mentally prepared myself. I have to walk up two flights of stairs to get into my apartment. I just had to get the room with a view!

The first flight made me question if I could do this. The second flight made me question why I did this. My legs burned and my lungs wanted to explode. I put my key into the lock and turned. After the lovable click was heard I opened my door and tossed my purse and keys onto the wooden table on in the hallway. I sluggishly walked into my apartment.

It was a simple kitchen, living, one bath, and two bedroom space. I eventually mad it to my black leather couch before crashing on to it. I buried my face into the cool leather, mentally locking the thoughts of disgust away. I was almost asleep when I felt four furry paws on my back digging into my ribs. Then the deep growl groan meow echoed throughout the apartment. I peaked one eye open and spotted in the mirror on the wall my goblin of a cat Umbridge. I turned my head and buried it back into the couch. Stupid cat.

Umbridge let out a wail of a whine telling me she is hungry. I groan and push myself into a sitting position, in doing so forced the Persian off of me much to her dismay. Umbridge is an orange Persian cat I found starving on the side of the road. She hated me at first but then soon realized that if I didn't come home, she didn't get fed. She warmed up to me real quick after two days I had to stay at the office.