Calorie Burn Between His Sheets - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The moment Sophia Laurent pulled her curtain shut, soft moans began drifting from her side of the room—louder than anyone else's. The dorm erupted into chaos, and being stuck in the middle of it made my skin crawl. Things had gotten so out of hand that even lifting a bed curtain would reveal scenes too explicit for polite company. I had no choice but to jam my headphones in and pretend I couldn't hear a thing.
It was the longest night of my life.
The next morning, before I could even get out of bed, Sophia came rushing over, her cheeks flushed. And to my shock, she was barely dressed—just a skimpy lingerie set, her toned body shamelessly on display.
"Are you insane? Put some clothes on!" I yanked my blanket around her.
She just laughed, shrugging it off like it was nothing. "Why? We're all trainees here. It's not like we haven't seen each other before." With a deliberate flick, she tossed the blanket aside, striking a pose that showed off every curve. She arched her back, swaying her hips.
"Look, Nana—no more love handles! Ryan says if I keep this up for two more weeks, I'll drop another five pounds. And the best part? No dieting. I can eat whatever I want."
My stomach twisted. "How exactly are you losing weight?"
I hadn't seen Sophia jogging or doing aerobics once since we got to SlimFit Retreat. All I'd noticed was her glued to Ryan's side.
She just smirked. "Ethan's gonna explain everything in class today." Then she pulled out a black lace lingerie set from her bag. "Wear this under the Balenciaga. Trust me, you'll drop weight even faster than I did."
I blinked. "Wait—what?"
Since when did lingerie and designer clothes burn calories? Shouldn't weight loss involve sweat and salads? Something wasn't adding up.
But Sophia wouldn't take no for an answer. Reluctantly, I changed into the outfit she gave me, throwing a baggy tracksuit over it before heading to the cafeteria.
Of course, I ran into Ethan while eating.
"Morning." He slid into the seat across from me, flashing that too-bright smile.
I didn't trust it. Not anymore. Keeping my voice flat, I said, "Just grabbing breakfast."
"Perfect. After this, we'll start your training." He leaned in, oozing confidence. "Twenty pounds in a month—guaranteed. No dieting, no struggle. Same method Sophia used."
My guard shot up. "And how does that work, exactly?"
His eyes flicked down to the Balenciaga peeking out from under my pants. A smirk tugged at his lips—one he didn't bother hiding.
The way he looked at me? Yeah, his intentions weren't exactly professional.
Still, curiosity gnawed at me. How had Sophia really lost the weight?
After breakfast, I followed him to the gym.
"I booked a VIP suite just for you," he said, handing me a cup of black coffee. "We'll start there."
It was the longest night of my life.
The next morning, before I could even get out of bed, Sophia came rushing over, her cheeks flushed. And to my shock, she was barely dressed—just a skimpy lingerie set, her toned body shamelessly on display.
"Are you insane? Put some clothes on!" I yanked my blanket around her.
She just laughed, shrugging it off like it was nothing. "Why? We're all trainees here. It's not like we haven't seen each other before." With a deliberate flick, she tossed the blanket aside, striking a pose that showed off every curve. She arched her back, swaying her hips.
"Look, Nana—no more love handles! Ryan says if I keep this up for two more weeks, I'll drop another five pounds. And the best part? No dieting. I can eat whatever I want."
My stomach twisted. "How exactly are you losing weight?"
I hadn't seen Sophia jogging or doing aerobics once since we got to SlimFit Retreat. All I'd noticed was her glued to Ryan's side.
She just smirked. "Ethan's gonna explain everything in class today." Then she pulled out a black lace lingerie set from her bag. "Wear this under the Balenciaga. Trust me, you'll drop weight even faster than I did."
I blinked. "Wait—what?"
Since when did lingerie and designer clothes burn calories? Shouldn't weight loss involve sweat and salads? Something wasn't adding up.
But Sophia wouldn't take no for an answer. Reluctantly, I changed into the outfit she gave me, throwing a baggy tracksuit over it before heading to the cafeteria.
Of course, I ran into Ethan while eating.
"Morning." He slid into the seat across from me, flashing that too-bright smile.
I didn't trust it. Not anymore. Keeping my voice flat, I said, "Just grabbing breakfast."
"Perfect. After this, we'll start your training." He leaned in, oozing confidence. "Twenty pounds in a month—guaranteed. No dieting, no struggle. Same method Sophia used."
My guard shot up. "And how does that work, exactly?"
His eyes flicked down to the Balenciaga peeking out from under my pants. A smirk tugged at his lips—one he didn't bother hiding.
The way he looked at me? Yeah, his intentions weren't exactly professional.
Still, curiosity gnawed at me. How had Sophia really lost the weight?
After breakfast, I followed him to the gym.
"I booked a VIP suite just for you," he said, handing me a cup of black coffee. "We'll start there."
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