Page 10 of Own the Eights
The man complied, and the trembling subsided as a spark ignited in Jordan’s chest.
This was what he lived for.
Pushing people to their physical and mental limits. Showing them that they deserved more and ingraining in their heads the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset’s main principles: failure was not an option, finish what you start, and in every facet of your life, always be a ten.
The Marks Perfect Ten Mindset was his creation, his blog, that over the past two years, had thousands of followers, garnered millions of likes, and hopefully, if he got the news he expected to get today, his ticket to opening his own gym and jumpstarting his brand as not just the city’s top personal trainer but to go global and spread the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset around the world.
Jordan hardened his features. “Tell me, Craig. Why are we here?”
“To get strong using the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset,” the man bit out.
“What does that mean?” he barked.
“It means you try to be the best.”
Jordan frowned. “Try?”
The man shook his head. “No, it means failure is not an option. It means you’re never less than a perfect ten.”
“Just in the gym?” Jordan prodded.
The man blew out a tight breath. “No, in every aspect of your life.”
Hell yes! He had Craig right where he wanted him. The next step was to bring it home.
Jordan flicked his gaze to the mirror and caught a glimpse of his body and was rewarded with muscled perfection. Neat, styled hair—even in the gym—and a cocky smirk that said he had it all and knew it. Well, that’s what he went out of his way to project.
He inhaled a slow even breath and went in for the kill, that satisfying moment when a client committed completely to the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset.
“All right, Craig. Stay with me.”
The man nodded, drops of sweat falling to the mat.
Jordan held Craig’s gaze. “There are two women on a bench. One has her hair in one of those God-awful messy buns. She’s got glasses, baggy clothing, and those clunky sandals. The other is fit and rocking a miniskirt with fuck-me heels. She’s got a killer body and looks that put a supermodel to shame. She’s a total ten. Which woman do you ask out, Craig?”
The man gritted his teeth as determination burned in his eyes. “The ten.”
“Damn right,” he answered, cracking a triumphant grin.
Craig smiled through the pain as excitement surged through Jordan’s veins.
Another Marks Perfect Ten Mindset convert. His program worked. He knew this from the thousands of before and after photos his clients and blog followers had sent him. But it never got old watching the shift and witnessing the moment when his client grabbed confidence by the reins and took off.
“You’ve got three more push-ups. Perfect ten push-ups. Come on! We’ll do them together,” he said, lowering himself an inch above the ground.
Craig powered through the final reps, and when they came to their feet, the entire gym cheered their success.
Craig beamed. “I did it!”
“Hell yeah. You owned it,” Jordan answered, slapping the man’s shoulder.
Craig wiped his face with a towel, grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks to you and the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset. Dude, I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be you,theJordan Marks. You’ve got it all. You’ve probably always had it all. It’s nice of you to share a little bit of your awesomeness with us mere mortals.”
Jordan grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip. That’s precisely what he wanted everyone to think.
Jordan Marks, always a winner.
Jordan Marks, the specimen of physical perfection.
