Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

Everytime I have something bothering me, or a certain someone that pisses me off, I end up at the public gym. But this time, that certain someone followed me here.

With a heavy heart, I decided to leave Greece and go back to Sicily.

Despite my protests Ares insisted to come with me.

We took a flight back together and I'll never admit it, but a small part of me was happy. The flight was still anxiety-filled but having Ares there was a huge help.

The whole flight was just full of me glaring at him and/or ignoring him while he didn't seem bothered by me at all.

The nerve of him.

"I am still mad at you, I don't know why you've followed me here all the way from Greece." I sighed, in a squat position with dusty pink dumbbells by my side. I've only ever used them instead of the ones the gym provided. They were my first gift from this asshat.

Though I'm annoyed, I still do appreciate him.

"I know you're mad, but you're here to relieve that anger here, right? That's what you always do." He taunts, lifting huge weights as he laid on the bench.

His muscles worked so mesmerizingly I forgot the rhythm of my squats for a whole minute or two.

He wasn't making this easy. His spandex black tank top was discarded somewhere as his bulging muscles were full display for these thirsty women to shamelessly gawk at him with attempts to get his attention.

"As if you know everything about me." I mumbled bitterly.

How annoying. This is why I don't bring him here with me. We usually did our sessions at my father's gym.

But his gym is too isolated. I enjoy having conversations with randoms as an attempt to get used to socializing. I realize solitude at my young age was a bit toxic. Though at the time it was a good way to protect myself.

Now that he's gone, the gym reminds me of him and I can't find the courage to use it. It hasn't even been a week yet. The pain is still fresh and raw.

The gym has been helping me contain the rage and pain I feel internally by exertion.

Anyway, in a black sports bra and tiny sports tights, I was relishing the blasting AC in this huge room full of bodies that were working out/lifting weights.

He sits on the bench, wiping away the sweat on on his forehead with a towel, a smug grin on his face. "I do know everything about you."

I raise my chin stubbornly. "No you don't!"

He stands up and walks towards me. I enjoyed having to look down on him this whole time instead of looking up at his annoyingly towering figure.

"I know you better than you know yourself." He states, and there wasn't a hint of doubt in his voice. He was so confident.

It was aggravating!

"Right now, I know you're so pissed, you want a boxing match with me." He chugs his water bottle, and I'm stuck watching his Addams apple bop with the movement.

"You're right. I do want to beat the hell out of you." I glare right up at him. "But you never let me win."

He smiles.

His teeth on full display it makes my insides clench. I hate it when he smiles. He rarely does and when he does, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

He turns his back to me as he goes to grab his towel from the bench. "Today's your lucky day. I'll go easy on you."

He walks past me, towards the boxing ring. I stare at his wide muscled back and enormous shoulders, trickles of sweat coating them. Yet when he walked past me, I caught a whiff of his cologne and shaving cream amalgamated. A very distinct scent if citrus with it.