I was told to come to the dojo at around 5 am. It was too early for me and besides I needed my beauty sleep. So in the end, I arrived roughly at 6:30 am.
Rhett looked pissed as hell, but he was still handsome for me though. I put my best smile out, it always works for me whenever I'm in trouble.
Yeah I know. The perks of being pretty!
"I'm sorry for making you wait but I was caught in a traffic." I lied smoothly, beaming at him.
Apparently he didn't find my excuse plausible, "Uh-huh. Traffic this early sure is troublesome." He scoffed, knowing full well that traffic doesn't exist around this early hours. "Ten laps run around the oval after you changed to this." He handed me my club uniform.
"And since you're late, make that twenty laps around the oval." He barked, ordering me to hurry up or he'll add five more laps.
I wanted to cry that moment, nobody has ever been this strict to me. Not even my manager who handles my part-time modeling career.
After changing my clothes I hurried outside where he was waiting. We arrived at the oval silently. He made me do some stretches and warm up. I tried to be as seductive as possible, posing shamelessly in front of him.
To my surprise he didn't seem to be affected one bit. Other athletes in field stopped what they're doing to check me out though. I was used to it anyway.
Rhett seemed to notice and stopped our warm up immediately. "Are you ready to run now?" He asked more gently.
I'm sweating all over and tired as hell, but I wanted to impress this guy so I nodded cheerily. I started pushing myself to run, then he began to run beside me.
On my fifth lap, I was panting heavily that I called a time-out. "Puh-leez!! *huff* *huff* am sho *huff* tired!!" I complained as I slowed my pace and began to walk. Thankfully, he took pity on me and handled me a bottle of water he got from his bag.
"Continue walking, after that if you're up to it, another ten laps and we're through." He said, not even breaking a sweat even though he was running beside me the whole time.
I drank the entire content of the bottle and threw it at the side, Rhett made a tsk tsk sound then went to throw the water bottle in a proper trash can.
I smiled at his notion, he was too good for me. I gulped hard at my own realization.
He was to good for me? Does that mean I'm no good for him? Me? Gorgeous Antoinette? Not good enough?!! The world must be ending!
"Next time, throw it properly." He said as he walk beside me. I began to feel conscious around him. I don't want him to see me sweat. I don't want him to smell my sweaty body.
Basically, I don't want him beside me right now. I started to sprint as fast as I can away from him. I was running so fast it took him a second to realize that I'm sprinting away.
He called after me, "Hey!! Hey! Not so fast or you'll get tired easily!!" He shouted getting closer to me.
As he was getting closer, I squealed like a kid who's playing tag and it. Then I doubled my pace, I don't want him near me cause I feel so ugly right now.
Not paying attention at all, I tripped with my own foot I rolled clumsily at the oval. Pain was instantly felt in my left ankle, I think I twisted it. I sat right up and winced at the pain.
Rhett was beside me in an instant. People surrounding us instantly. "Can you stand? I told you not to go too fast." He scolded.
He helped me stand up, using my good foot I was able to stand with his aid. I tried walking but the profanities that came out of my mouth was enough proof that I can't.
All of a sudden, I was being lifted by Rhett. My plans of running away from him when I feel like I'm ugly backfired.
This is the closest I've been with him. "Are you alright?" He peeked through his glasses, making me aware of those two gray orbs showing concern.
I couldn't speak. I feel utterly at peace with him carrying me. "I know I'll be fine." I bravely leaned in closer to him, trying to inhale his musculine scent. Then I rested my head on his chest, tuning out the pain in my ankle.
I no longer feel ugly. It just felt too perfect.
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