Played.

22: "Miss Me, Babe?"

I woke up to a loud buzzing. Turning over, I smacked my hand around trying to silence the noise, until I felt something hard under my hand, immediately, the buzzing stopped.

Rolling out of bed, I dragged myself toward my walk-in closet, heading straight to the section where all my sweats, loose T-Shirts and gym clothes were, picking some up and throwing them into a bag that was lying on the floor. I pulled out a plain white tank top and gray sweat pants, sliding them on over a gym bra and gym shorts, and picking up the bag.

There was no point bothering with hair, make up or a shower because I was just going to get sweaty and messy anyway.

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I pushed the glass door, entering the gym.

"Hi, Cindy." I smiled, as I approached the front desk.

"Hey, Maddie. How are you, dear?" The middle-aged woman grinned, opening the book in front of her.

"I'm awesome, thank you. God, I haven't been here in so long, I've missed you guys."

"We've missed you too, darling, it's good to have you back." She looked back down, pointing to the book. "Ah, here it is."

"Am I with Luke today?"

"No, actually, you've got someone different."

"Oh, who?" I propped my arms up on the desk.

"He's new here, but he's super nice. And he's not too bad on the eyes." She winked. "He's right through that door." She pointed to her left.

"Thanks, Cindy." I laughed, bouncing off.

As I entered the room, I saw someone sitting on the floor with their back to me and a hood up over their head.

"Hi, I'm Maddie." I greeted, putting my bag down on the side of the room, taking off my sweats and tank top.

They didn't reply. I tilted my head to the side, in confusion, and moved toward them. It was then I saw that they had headphones in. I laughed quietly at my stupidity, tapping them lightly on the shoulder.

Slowly, they took out the headphones, sliding their jacket off at the same time, leaving them in just a pair of shorts, and looked up at me.

I gasped. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Miss me, babe?"

"Ugh." I stormed toward my bag, picking it up and heading for the door.

He foresaw my actions, jumping in front of the door, blocking it.

"Move out of my way, Justin." I tried to push past him.

"You're not leaving."

"You can't stop me. Now, move."

"I think you'll find I can." He grinned devilishly, hoisting me up, flinging me over his shoulder, and crossing the room.

"Fuck! Justin, get off!" I kicked my legs.

One of my legs managed to hit him in the knee, causing him to falter. I felt my body hit the floor, and his crash down on top of me, our exposed skin meeting.

His head, which slowly began to rise, landed on my chest, and his hands were on the floor, either side of me. He gripped my hips, and carefully dragged me downward so my face was level with his.

I didn't dare look at him but I could feel his hot breath, and his hair brushing against my face.

"Is this what you wanted?" He leaned over me, his low, raspy voice tickling my ear, sending chills down my spine.

Hurriedly, I moved my hands, trying to move him away. "Why are you here?"

"Uh, uh." He sang, pinning my hands down on either side of my head.

"Why are you here?" I repeated, struggling.

"I work here."

"Since when?"

"Since last week."

"Why?"

"Why what, sweetheart?"

"Why do you work here?"

"That's a stupid question."

"Stupid questions for stupid people."

"Real mature."

"Says the one who practically just grabbed me and threw me on the floor."

"You did that to yourself, my darling."

"Shut up."

"That's no way to talk to your instructor, now, is it?"

"I didn't ask for you, I want Luke. Now get off me." I freed my hands from his grip, which had weakened, pushing him sideward, and sitting up.

"Look, how about we keep this professional?" He slid across the floor, facing me and coming nearer.

"You're a douche."

"Professional means no name calling."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't like you."

He raised his eyebrows at me, a cheeky grin crossing his face, as he edged closer. "You really mean that?"

I nodded.

"Good." His smirking face was now less than a meter away from mine. "Now open your legs."

Holding my calves, he unfolded my legs, pulling them apart. Before I could do anything, he grasped my thighs and dragged me even closer, getting onto his knees at the same time.

"And start with some stretches." He whispered in my ear.