RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED

CHAPTER 39. EASING THE TENSION

I hug my gym wear to my chest as we get out of his car in front of this three- building somewhere I don't know. I am so new in this city, so even if this guy is taking me into a slaughterhouse, I wouldn't know until I'm inside it.

Meh! I don't think he would do that, though. Part of me is warming up to him, I feel like I can trust him even just a little bit. He is anything but an assassin a mafia member.

The only thing freaking me out right now is this fear or paranoia that I can't . I have been awfully quiet throughout the drive, and now that we are , I don't know. I don't know why I do not trust that this decision is mine.

Anyway, I follow his long strides inside the marble-floored building with signs everywhere.

This is crazy! Ellie is walking into a gym. Rose and Sherry would undoubtedly their lungs out and crack their ribs if they knew this. Who would believe joke, huh? No one. Even I don't believe I am doing this.

A gym is a gym. The real meaning of working out is very well portrayed here.

There are not even common lifts. I think this is the first workout lesson. Gosh! I already straining as we get to the second floor, but I can't fail to peek the open rooms. Well, it seems like it's only me who does not go to the . The huge room is filled with men with these muscles and six-packs that can ogle the whole day, while girls are here looking like real models. With perfect shapes, what on earth do they need more exercises for? I mean, on! I don't like these men with huge, scary muscles, though. They make look like real giants.

"Hey!"

I didn't know I had stopped on my tranks to ogle this fine dudes until Damian , standing a stairway away from me. I hasten my steps towards him. I him close until the last floor of this building, supposedly. Don't tell me owns the whole building? Come to think of it, I saw the aerobics graphics on whole front side of the building. This is just wow!

I almost snuggle as we permeate through the door on the third floor. Just like rest of the rooms on the previous floors, this one is also at its full capacity.

As he stops to say hello to some guys, I dust my eyes around the room. It equals hall, and if I was scared of the ropes and squats, then I think I am about to pee my pants after seeing all these equipments. My goodness! I don't think I ...

"Does she know, boss? My student graduated, so I can take her."

Huh?

I shoot a glance at this fine guy speaking. And did I hear him call Damian, ? He didn't tell me that he had employees. It is understandable, though.

There is no way he can manage it all alone.

"No, Kim. I will train her."

The three guys look at him in awe. Huh, why, though?

"You, boss?" The tall guy asks as they drag their gazes lazily at him again.

"Yes. You can all get back to work now unless you have anything else for me," says, and they get out of his way as he leads me past them, his hand around my waist. I am glad for that because the way I am dodging people doing some God knows what sort of exercises, I might end up and breaking my leg before I even get to the real scare.

We saunter into another small room at the south end of this hall, and his arm from my waist as we stop inside.

I breathed out a heavy sigh. If there was another seat beside the swivel chair this small desk, I would have dropped down on it. But there isn't, so I to rely on my feeble legs.

"Are you freaking out this bad?" He asks while standing in front of me.

"Isn't it obvious?" I snap back, and he shakes his head, chuckling.

I wait for him to finish annoying me with his chuckles, which takes close to a that feels like a whole decade. "I think we need to work on this phobia . Come." I follow him into a room that leads to a bathroom jacuzzi. ! "Get and change. Don't lock yourself in here, okay?" I rolled my eyes at his joke I closed the door behind me.

I dress up, taking as much time as I can and praying that he receives an urgent from anywhere just so we can postpone this. I step out when I am done, like a complete gymnastic babe, hot in my black and pink wear, but the is there! My teacher doesn't also seem to have anything urgent needing his right now, so he is perched here on the swivel chair waiting for his .

The sound of the door closing calls his attention, and his eyes start their tour of body from the shoes and up to the hot pink boobtop, finally stopping at my . My! My! My teacher seems to have left his manners back in the car . Or in his bedroom, perhaps.

I clear my throat a little to summon his attention, which he does at the count of . "You look...ready!" He says this after recovering.

Yeah, as if I am not wetting my pants with fear! Ready, my ass! Give me a !

"Sit!" He says this, offering me the swivel chair and standing behind it. I ran for seat before he changed his mind and dropped on it, puffing out a sigh that not last long.

I thought he wanted me to relax for a bit, but his hands on my bare shoulders behind make me tense. I follow the guidance of his hands and rest my on the swivel chair, but I look up to understand his intention. I collide with face, and everything stands still for a moment.

His lips are brushing my forehead, our noses feeding each other with hot , and I can sense his eyes scanning my lips while mine are almost to the heat from his face. He is so hot.

"Close your eyes," he instructs, and I comply, feeling his warm breath against skin as his face pulls away from mine.

"What are you going to do?" I whisper, anticipation tingling in the air between .

"Helping you to relax," he replies softly, his voice a gentle murmur.

"How?" I inquired, curiosity piqued by his mysterious intentions.

"Just close your eyes and listen," he commands, his words trailing off as his begin their enchanting dance—caressing my shoulders with a firm yet touch, each movement coaxing me deeper into a state of tranquility.