I woke up alone in my giant bed. Sheets wrinkled. I was still naked my body sore in the best way. And my ego?
Bruised.
Don’t fall in love with me.
I was still reeling. Who the hell did Jace think he was? Just because he could deliver in bed didn’t mean he got to walk around talking like a movie villain. I sat up, yanked my hair into a high ponytail, and grabbed my phone.
I called the club.
“He’s not in today,” the manager said.
“Where is he?”
“Uh… he said something about training at the gym. Works a session Tuesday mornings. Think it's called Top Fitness."
I hung up.
I showered, moisturised, threw on a black mini dress, zipped up my boots, and slid on sunglasses.
Ten minutes later, I was walking through the glass doors of Top Fitness. The gym was industrial and loud. Slammed weig
