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I sighed as I slumped onto the sofa after the second date this week. Taking chances on every Dick, Tom and Harry had become exhausting, not to mention expensive. I had to get a taxi every time to meet men since I didn’t want to risk getting in their car.

It’s not like I had funds to splurge since I had been unemployed for the last four months.

“Hey, gorgeous,” said May as I picked up her call. “How was the date?”

“Not that great.”

“You poor thing. I feel so bad for you.”

“I’m sick of this. If I just had work, I’d forget all about needing love.”

May remained silent for a few seconds. “You’re sure about that, Sandra?”

“Pretty sure,” I said. “Okay, maybe, I’d still need someone to complete me.”

“I think I found someone perfect for you. He’s tall, well-built, really charming and makes good money.”


“Peter, my personal trainer. If didn’t have a ring on my finger, I wouldn’t think twice about going for him.”

Mom had told me numerous times that the best men are the ones that your friends find you. May had never suggested any man to me, so I was curious about why she mentioned Peter.

“How long have you known him?”

“I’ve been training with him for months.”

“And you only decided to tell me about him now?”

“I had to see what was spotting, if he was the real deal. I couldn’t recommend someone to my best friend until I was 100% certain that he was right for you.”

Mom was right. “When do I meet him?”

“I haven’t told him about you. It’s probably best that you hire him as your PT. That way if it doesn’t work out between you two, I can still keep him as my PT. He’s really good, and I don’t want to join another gym. Besides, he’s more likely to go for you if he doesn’t feel pressured. Spontaneity will increase the attraction between you two.”

“So, you don’t want me to tell him about our friendship?”

“After you two have hooked up, by all means.”

“Can’t I meet him somewhere other than the gym? I mean, you’re paying crazy fees for that membership.”

“I don’t know where he hangs out, so gym is the only place to meet him,” said May.

“Shooo. I can imagine that his fees are on par with what that premium gym charges.”

“It’s why he makes the big bucks.” I blew out a breath. “You okay?”

I didn’t want to get myself deeper into debt. The gym and Peter’s fees would stretch me further than I could go, but I wanted to listen to mom since she was always right.

“All right, I’ll do it.”

“Yippee. I’m so glad. You’re gonna love him. Join the gym and when you spot him, ask him for a sesh.”

I went to the gym and sighed under my breath after the assistant swiped my credit card. May had described Peter’s appearance, so I couldn’t wait to meet him.

I forgot about my debt as I looked into his blue eyes, then lowered my gaze to the veins protruding from his biceps. It didn’t hurt that his black hair was so thick that I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through it.

I smiled before approaching, then gulped before I extended my hand. “Hi, I’m Sandra. I believe you’re a personal trainer.”

“Yes, I am. It’s so nice to meet you, Sandra. I’m Peter.”

I loved that he smiled as he held eye contact. Something about the look in his eye portrayed him as pure and a gentleman. I couldn’t wait to get to know him more.

When Peter told me his fees, I faked a smile and said, “Okay, that sounds reasonable.”

We spoke for several minutes about my fitness goals and diet before Peter suggested that we go across the road to try out the new restaurant’s Caesar salad.

He switched the conversation to my work and travels. I told him about my trip to Spain and that I’d love to visit Madagascar. My eyes widened when he told me that he’d visited. Our conversation went further into travels.

“One of the reasons I love to travel is because of the humanitarian work I get to do along the way,” said Peter.

My eyes sparkled and smile broadened as I listened to him speak about helping orphaned children and abandoned animals. That pulled at my heartstrings. Looks like May was right. He seems divine.

Our first session was the following day. Not only was Peter caring, but he proved to be a great trainer as well. He commended me on every push-up and told me that I was doing great when I struggled to get past the sixth rep.

After the session, his fingers dug into my back, and I closed my eyes and moaned as he reached lower. I didn’t know that a massage was part of the service, but I welcomed it.

“Oh, God. That feels amazing,” I said.

“Glad you like it.”

I loved it, and I couldn’t wait to feel more of his hands on other parts of my body.

The training sessions took me further into debt, but I had to be certain that Peter was the one. He was proving it more with every session, which made me feel better about the instalments. Wish I can get a job. That would make me feel even better.

After training with Peter for a month, he took a photo of me. “What was that for?”

“I want to show you the difference our sessions have made,” said Peter. I remembered that he had taken a photo of me before our first session.

“Oh, my God,” I added. “I look amazing.”

We looked at each other and burst into laughter. He put his hand on my shoulder. “No, it’s okay. That’s what we were aiming for. There’s no shame in appreciating the improvement you made.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

Our eyes locked, and our smiles heightened the passion in between us. I wanted him to hold my hand, pull me in and press his lips against mine. He kept looking at me, making me wonder if he would do it. The gym wasn’t the place for romance, so I looked down and grunted.

I looked up at Peter, and the look in his eyes said, ‘It’s okay. I understand.’

When I got home, I saw that Peter had sent me a message. ‘Great workout today. You’re doing great. I’m so proud of you.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied.

‘Hope I’m not stepping out of line by asking you to join me for dinner this week.’

I sat up and smiled. ‘Not at all.’

Peter took me to a fancy steakhouse. That showed me he was serious and wasn’t looking just to hook up.

“You know how I knew that you were special?” asked Peter.


“It was in your smile and eye contact. I couldn’t resist looking at you. It’s like your energy sucked me in and kept all my attention on you. I couldn’t wait to get to know you more, so I could experience your personality, which I presumed was even more alluring than your beauty.”

Awww. That’s so sweet. Could he be any more charming?

When Peter pulled up at my place, he thanked me for accepting his invitation and kissed my cheek. I thought it was sweet that he didn’t try to bed me.

After our third date, I invited Peter upstairs. We got the giggles after a few wine glasses before we gazed in each other’s eyes and kissed.

Peter pulled back. “You’re a wonderful woman, Sandra, and the only one for me. I want to be with you and only you. I feel like you’re my soul mate.”

He carried me to bed, got on top of me and stuck his dick in me. I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck as he bobbed. My hands slid down, and I felt his muscles, then grabbed his ass. His rock-hard dick went deeper into my pussy, making me moan.

Peter nibbled my neck as I ran my fingers through his hair. His lips lowered to my nipples, then my pussy. I opened my legs wide as he licked my clitoris, then stuck his tongue into my pussy. I clutched his hair and moaned. It felt so damn good.

“Get on your hands and knees,” said Peter.

He stood in front of the bed behind me and put his left hand on my shoulder and the right on my ass. I dunked my head and screamed as he penetrated. He bounced off my ass and spanked it as his penetration became more aggressive.

“Oh, God. I’m gonna cum,” said Peter, then pulled out his dick and came on my ass.

He held me in his arms as we fell asleep.

Since I felt that we had gotten close, it wasn’t necessary for me to hire his training services. I would spend time with him as a couple and wouldn’t need to dig a deeper debt hole.

Five days later, I checked my phone every few minutes to make sure that I hadn’t missed Peter’s call. I called May just to make sure that my phone was working.

“He still hasn’t called,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“He’s probably wondering why you haven’t had a training sesh?”

“Then, he should call.”

“I don’t know, Sandra. Maybe, you should go to the gym and speak to him.”

I went to the gym and saw that he was busy with a female client, so I hung out by the coffee shop, waiting for him to finish.

A woman approached me on her way out of the gym. “I see you’ve been working out with Peter.”

“Yes, he’s my personal trainer.”

“Hope it’s not anything more.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“Don’t let him sweet-talk you. That guy is a player. He’s slept with so many women at his gym.”

“You’re joking?”

She pursed her lips and shook her head. “He’s charming; I’ll give him that. But he doesn’t care about any woman he sleeps with. I should know.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He tells you everything you want to hear, then wants nothing to do with afterwards. I was one of his victims. Don’t think that the reason I came to warn you is because I’m bitter or jealous. I just don’t want you to fall for him and get hurt like I did. Did he tell you about helping orphans and abandoned animals?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“It’s all lies. Why doesn’t he have animals or children? I overheard him say to a male client that he can’t stand children.”

“What’s your name?”


“Nice to meet you, Sophie. I’m Sandra.” She shook my hand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but how do I know what you’re saying is true?”

“Ask the other women he’s trained. They’ll back up my story. Not only is he a cold-hearted bastard, but he’s also breaking a major gym rule — no sleeping with clients. Personal trainers aren’t allowed to do that at this gym, you know?”

I had to make sure that Sophie was right. After every session that Peter had with a client, I approached her outside of the gym and asked. Several women had confirmed Sophie’s accusation and told me about other women at the gym who stopped training with him because they felt used.

That bastard. I thought he was the one. Not only did I spend money that I didn’t have, but I’ve wasted more time and ended up with a bigger hole in my heart.

After getting sufficient evidence, I approached Peter and handed him a letter. “What’s this?” he asked.

“It’s women you’ve slept with here at the gym, and they’re prepared to come forward when I speak to management about your behaviour.”

His eyes widened. “No, you can’t do that, please.” He gulped and looked around. “I need this job. I’ve been at this gym for years.”

“Think of that big income you’ll forfeit if I go ahead with my plan.”

“No, you can’t. Please, I’m begging you. Look, I’m sorry for misleading you. I apologise. Please.”

“Well, we can’t take back what happened, but we can make you pay for what you did,” I said.

“Please, don’t tell management.”

“Okay, but you have to give every lady on this list free sessions for a month and me for six months. You also have to pay my membership. I don’t want to incur any costs to train with you. And you have to call everyone one of them and apologise. Looking at this list, it should take you a while to do that.”

“Fine, I’ll do anything.”

Throughout the next few weeks, most of the ladies on the list came up to me at the gym and thanked me for the free sessions and the apology call from Peter.

Sophie came up to me about two months later. “The ladies and I have a surprise for you,” she said. “We hope you don’t mind?”


“The gym advertised a management position, and we thought you’d be perfect for it. All the ladies signed a letter to say that you know how to keep clients happy and that we want you to get the job.”

My mouth slacked open. “Oh, wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“We also told the executives that if you didn’t get the job, all of us would cancel our memberships. So, they will give you a call if you say yes.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

Looks like mom was always right. Although I didn’t find love, May’s guidance helped me to find something even better. I guess it didn’t hurt that I also got banged as well.


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