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Max walks up to Blaise. "I'm glad you could make it, Blaise."

Blaise nods her head towards Liz, who's teasing Saint. "I'm surprised you agreed to watch this bundle of joy."

Elizabeth was supposed to come to the game with Blaise, but she hated basketball with a passion.

Max chuckles. "She's a cute kid. She's just an Australian Ainsley, to be honest."

Blaise whistles. "Those two are gonna be a handful when they get older."

Max shakes his head. "Don't even get me started..." He motions to the ring. "You ready?"

Blaise nods. "Yep!" She holds up her bag. "Just let me get changed first."

Max points to a door in the corner. "The bathrooms are over there," he informs.

Blaise says her thanks and hurries to get changed. The quicker she can learn to better protect herself, the quicker she can be prepared if her ex decides to "pay her a visit".

Once she's done changing, she stares at herself in the mirror. Blaise always had confidence in her body. She worked out so she had toned arms, a toned stomach, and toned legs. Her butt was round and the perfect size— not too bug but big enough for you to notice— and her boobs were a C-cup; perfect for the rest of her. But today, for some reason, she was nervous about what she looked like. She was worried that Saint wouldn't think that she was cute enough, that maybe she was too muscular or not curvy enough.

She quickly shakes her head to clear herself of the self-deprecating thoughts. She quickly gathers her clothes into her bag and walks out of the bathroom. She notices that the only people left in the gym are Max and Saint. When Max notices her, he nods in approval.

"Nice set," he says, referring to her workout outfit.

Blaise's Outfit

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Blaise's Outfit

Blaise's Outfit

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Blaise's shoes.

Saint whistles, causing Blaise to blush. "Lookin' good, baby," he compliments.

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