Page 83 of Grand Love

Mase

“Faster!Come on, I’ve seen you come quicker than this.”

I don’t dare look at her. Sweat drips from my forehead and down every inch of my body. She hasn’t stopped, even when I told her I needed to, she pushed me to keep going. I wasn’t expecting her to be such a bitch, but I should have. It’s fucking Nina.

“My hour is nearly up.” I look up just as one of the other men walks by the rowers, a smirk plastered across his smug face. I plead with him with my eyes to take me with him.

She crosses her arms over her body. “Shh, save your energy, big boy. Last five minutes.”

I glare up at her, pulling the cord back harshly as I push my legs straight, then back in again. I can tell she is loving this. “If I can’t walk on this leg tomorrow, it’s on you.”

She rolls her eyes. “You could always find a new PT. I know some of the other guys wanted some sessions with me. If you’re not going to take this seriously, I’m sure they’d be more than ready for me.”

Her brows shoot high as if telling me to try her.

Bitch.

“If you think that will make me jealous,” I say through gritted teeth my left thigh on fire, “you’re wrong.”

“Oh, really. Why else are you doing this, if not to stake your claim?”

I pick up the pace as she goads me. “I’m not having the mother of my son dating a meathead.”

“Dating? They asked me to PT them, it’s not a damn marriage proposal, Mason.”

“I’m well aware of their intentions,” I snap.

“And your intentions? Should I be taking this as a date now?”

“No.” I focus on the numbers on the dial in front of me and nothing else. Definitely not her.

“Well then, I see no reason why I can’t PT them, too.”

“You won’t,” I scoff.

“You can’t dictate what I can or can’t do.”

“I can,” I fire back.

“You’re being an ass.”

I continue to row, still not looking up at her.

“You’re being an ass,” she repeats, and I finally shift my gaze. God, she’s fucking hot when she’s mad. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and her tits are all out of sorts in her sports bra, but damn does she look like a wet fucking dream. She continues despite my lack of commitment to the conversation. “For starters, I don’t even want to train them, so you’ve wasted your time and money going out of your way to make things awkward for us.”

“I’m not feeling awkward.” My thigh twinges and I falter. Her eyes drop to my leg.

“That’s enough,” she snaps, stepping forward. I frown and keep rowing. “Mason, stop.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll stop when I’m ready to stop.”

“Could you be any more stubborn?” she huffs, throwing her hands up and walking away from me.

I side-eye her ass as she snakes through the gym, but the minute she is out of sight I drop the handles and stand to escape to the showers. The crazy bitch has ruined me today.

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