Calorie Burn Between His Sheets - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"You really wanna know?" Sophia Laurent's eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Honestly, losing weight is simple. Just stick to the fitness plan Ethan designed for you—no cheating."
I still hadn't seen the actual program.
No clue what kind of torture awaited me.
And after last night's incident, I was seriously considering requesting a different trainer.
Sophia must've caught my hesitation because she looped her arm through mine, all wide-eyed sincerity. "Oh, come on, Nana. You know I'd never steer you wrong. I handpicked Ethan just for you—he's the fastest way to results."
"Really?" I shot her a skeptical look.
She nodded like her life depended on it.
Then she shoved a stack of papers at me—some ironclad NDA thicker than a phone book.
Before I could skim past the first page, she was already nudging a pen into my hand. Sign here, here, and here.
Once the ink dried, Ethan led me to the gym, his demeanor a complete 180 from last night. No lingering stares, no creepy closeness—just pure professionalism.
After a brutal round of exercises, I collapsed near the treadmill, gasping. Out of nowhere, Ethan materialized beside me, a faint smirk on his lips.
"Nana," he said, voice low, "with your body type, you really should take precautions."
"Precautions?" I frowned. Wasn't my sports bra and leggings enough?
He handed me a sleek shopping bag. "Got these for you. We'll use them tomorrow."
I peeked inside—Balenciaga stockings?
Seriously?
Was this a weight-loss program or a casting call for Fifty Shades of Fitness?
"You're sure about this?" My voice dripped with disbelief.
"Absolutely." He didn't even blink. "The compression boosts circulation, protects your veins. Wear these, and I promise—twenty pounds in a month."
With a casual wave, he strolled out, leaving me clutching the bag like it contained state secrets.
Back in the dorm, I kept my mouth shut around Sophia.
I wasn't quite ready to bail on SlimFit Retreat.
I needed to see where Ethan's little game was headed.
That night, I'd just crawled into bed when Sophia and Ryan tumbled in, tangled up like they'd been glued together.
Lately, those two were obsessed.
Like, get-a-room obsessed.
"Nana…" Sophia's cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen as she shot me a sheepish grin. "You don't mind if we… you know… in here, right?"
Oh my God.
The way she was glowing, they'd clearly just finished round one outside.
Were they addicted?
I cleared my throat, reaching for my headphones. "Knock yourselves out. I'll be binge-watching something loud."
"Perfect!" She giggled, dragging Ryan onto her bed.
The curtains snapped shut.
But Sophia and Ryan weren't the only ones turning our dorm into a late-night rom-com.
Every night was a symphony of breathy moans and creaking beds—rising, falling, leaving me restless and aching.
I still hadn't seen the actual program.
No clue what kind of torture awaited me.
And after last night's incident, I was seriously considering requesting a different trainer.
Sophia must've caught my hesitation because she looped her arm through mine, all wide-eyed sincerity. "Oh, come on, Nana. You know I'd never steer you wrong. I handpicked Ethan just for you—he's the fastest way to results."
"Really?" I shot her a skeptical look.
She nodded like her life depended on it.
Then she shoved a stack of papers at me—some ironclad NDA thicker than a phone book.
Before I could skim past the first page, she was already nudging a pen into my hand. Sign here, here, and here.
Once the ink dried, Ethan led me to the gym, his demeanor a complete 180 from last night. No lingering stares, no creepy closeness—just pure professionalism.
After a brutal round of exercises, I collapsed near the treadmill, gasping. Out of nowhere, Ethan materialized beside me, a faint smirk on his lips.
"Nana," he said, voice low, "with your body type, you really should take precautions."
"Precautions?" I frowned. Wasn't my sports bra and leggings enough?
He handed me a sleek shopping bag. "Got these for you. We'll use them tomorrow."
I peeked inside—Balenciaga stockings?
Seriously?
Was this a weight-loss program or a casting call for Fifty Shades of Fitness?
"You're sure about this?" My voice dripped with disbelief.
"Absolutely." He didn't even blink. "The compression boosts circulation, protects your veins. Wear these, and I promise—twenty pounds in a month."
With a casual wave, he strolled out, leaving me clutching the bag like it contained state secrets.
Back in the dorm, I kept my mouth shut around Sophia.
I wasn't quite ready to bail on SlimFit Retreat.
I needed to see where Ethan's little game was headed.
That night, I'd just crawled into bed when Sophia and Ryan tumbled in, tangled up like they'd been glued together.
Lately, those two were obsessed.
Like, get-a-room obsessed.
"Nana…" Sophia's cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen as she shot me a sheepish grin. "You don't mind if we… you know… in here, right?"
Oh my God.
The way she was glowing, they'd clearly just finished round one outside.
Were they addicted?
I cleared my throat, reaching for my headphones. "Knock yourselves out. I'll be binge-watching something loud."
"Perfect!" She giggled, dragging Ryan onto her bed.
The curtains snapped shut.
But Sophia and Ryan weren't the only ones turning our dorm into a late-night rom-com.
Every night was a symphony of breathy moans and creaking beds—rising, falling, leaving me restless and aching.
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