Dominance

III.❦ "You got to get out, go far away."

                                  3.❦ "You got to get out, go far away."

   "H-how long, t-till I am d-done?" Olivia panted, the muscles in her legs and stomach burning, sweat dripping out of the skin of her forehead and gliding down her face. Her lips were salty, and her arms tired from holding the metal bars tightly.

   "You're got twenty more to do." Harry said and Olivia let out a loud groan, squeezing her eyes closed.  "C'mon, don't be a pussy and give up already." Harry said teasingly but a little bit annoyed as Olivia had stopped for the second time during the rounds of thirty stomach-exercises on the machine. 

Olivia huffed, taking in a deep breath as she had stopped.

   "You wanted to loose your loose skin, don't you?" Harry asked and Olivia sighed, nodding, watching as Harry stood against the board on which a few exercises that were possible to do with the machine Olivia was just using. He held her bottle of water and counted every time she would curl up in a ball and pull back.

   "Well, then work for it." Harry told her and she sighed before grabbing the metal bars, placing her feet under the lower metal bars and then rolling herself into a ball and pulling bac. She repeated the movement, feeling the muscles in her thighs and stomach tighten and the chance to breathe properly getting tinier. 

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   "That's it for today, I expect to see you Saturday again at seven o'clock in the evening." Harry said and handed her the bottle of water. Olivia stood up, thankfully taking it and felt how the cool liquid made its way down her insides as she drank. 

   "Thanks for doing this." She said and they shook hands, igniting the fire inside her because of their touch and he smirked once he saw her cheeks heat up.

   "It is my pleasure, really." He huskily spoke and she saw his pupils dilating as she gulped silently. His words stung her like a bee in her chest, taking away all the air in her lungs to make it feel like she was going to choke.

They finally took their both ways, Harry back to his office with the biggest smirk on his face and Olivia with to the lockers with her cheeks still heated and the memories of him touching her, encouraging during the exercises and the way he'd sometimes look at her, as if he had something in mind.

Finally back by the lockers, she looked around. But just then, a hand grabbed her arm and Olivia froze, thinking it was Harry.

   "So?" Olivia recognized Jamie's voice and so they let go of each other to face each other. Jamie's eyebrows were raised up, her eyes sparkling as she was curious to hear the story her best friend got to tell her.

   "It was. . . " Olivia began but trailed off, facing the floor as the events were going through her head like a videotape. She didn't knew the word to use to describe it all.

   "Was what?" Jamie asked, her eyes narrowing.

   "It was. . ." Olivia shook her head before looking up. "bizarre." 

The eyebrows of Jamie raised again, she was astonished to hear that word "Bizarre?"

It made Olivia sigh before shaking her head again. "It was like, I wanted to be there, but at the same time I just wanted to run away or fall into a hole in the floor."

   "You mean you were ashamed of yourself?" Jamie asked and Olivia bit her lip.

   "Not exactly that, I just-"

   "Wait," Jamie said and Olivia's eyes looked at Jamie's eyes, seeing her looking to something behind Olivia.  "Don't turn around." Jamie told her sternly which made Olivia frown.