CHAPTER 30

We stayed in the elevator for about an hour before the lights were finally restored. The elevator started working again, and in no time, we got to our rooms. I thought to ask Adrian about my luggage again, but before I could do so, he disappeared into his room and locked the door. I quietly opened my room door and went inside, when I turned on the lights I saw all my luggage right in front of me.

“He really meant it”. I murmured aloud.

My hurting back and my swollen feet told me I was not going to unpack anything at that moment. All I needed was a quick shower to loosen up and a good night's sleep. I wished I could get a massage, but it was too let to go to the spa in the hotel as the attendants don't work all around the clock.

I woke up the next morning expecting to feel better but I turned out worse than the previous night. My feet, instead of reducing, got more swollen, and my back was a total mess; I couldn't even sit well.

“Why the hell am I like this”. I cried making a face.

I dragged myself to the side of the bed close to the drawer, operated the telephone, and called room service. They showed up almost immediately, a male and a female looking so much alike. I could bet they were related.

“Ma'am, you needed “room service. How can we help you?” The male asked casually.

Before I could give him a reply the female exclaimed.

“Oh my God, you need to be in the gym right away”. Her hands were pointed at my feet.

“Gym?” I stuttered. “I thought we should go to the spa.”

“You are right, ma'am, but the spa is undergoing an upgrade currently, so everything now happens at the gym”. The male worker explained.

“Alright then.”

They brought some gym wear and helped me change into them. When we got to the gym, they handed me over to a male gym instructor and left. He was a very nice guy who knew his onions so well. The gym was filled with so many people coming for various training sessions and workouts. I couldn't help but admire the great bodies of the men in the gym; their muscles and fitness were mad. As for the ladies, their smooth and curvy figures with round butts made my jaw drop, I whispered to myself.

“Jenny, don't you ever think you have a killer shape anymore, but these ladies are freaking hot.”

In no time, my feet were coming alive again because of the touches the gym instructor was giving me. It came with a little pain that made me moan silly at some point but it was kind of relaxing and satisfying. The gym guy had this weird, creepy look on his face, and each time a moan mistakenly escaped from my lips, he played a mischievous smile at the corner of his lips. I could not wrap my head around what he was doing but I knew it was suspicious.

When he was done with my feet, I was taken to a cozy, well-padded massage bed to lie on. Out of my 00⁰ the blue, before I could realize it, the fucking gym instructor was sitting on my thighs just below my butt. I turned around swiftly to ask him why he was sitting on me, but before I could utter a word, he was on the floor, groaning in pain. I felt a familiar overwhelming presence around me, and when I looked up, I saw Adrian. He gave the gym instructor a deadly pouch which sent him to the floor immediately. Adrian clenched his fists and took a few steps to where he was lying on the floor.

“When next you want to mess with ladies, ask them who they are married to first”. He said sternly.

By now all eyes were on us. He turned around and looked at me, sending cold shivers down my spine. I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously and gulped hard, shutting my eyes tightly. After a few seconds, I felt a huge palm gripped my wrist firmly and pulled me to my feet. My back shattered, making me wince in pain and my feet did not help matters as I was shaking. He dragged me out of the gym and I followed him behind like a sacrificial lamb.

When we got to my room, he opened the door and flung me inside. I thanked my stars, and I managed to land on the bed, but my wrist was hurting badly. My heart was racing as he began pacing to and fro.

“What the hell were you doing with that idiot?” He finally asked fuming.

I cleared my throat multiple times, hoping it would open up and let words flow out, but it did not. When I finally caught my voice, I didn't know what to say, so I asked.

“How did you find me?” I muttered, avoiding his fiery glare.

“You dare not answer my question with a question”. Adrian roared.

I took a deep breath and sat up to relieve myself of some throbbing from my back.

“I don't know why he did what he did, I didn't ask him to do it?” I mumbled.

“Why exactly did you go to the gym all of a sudden today? Because you are not a gym type.” He asked matter of factly.

“Coming from someone who barely knows me,” my subconscious mind whispered.

“I woke up this morning to a throbbing backache and swollen feet. When I called room service, they took me to the gym for a massage. So I think the guy was trying to give me a back massage when you came”. I explained slowly breathing through every word.

He stared at me keenly as if he wanted to read if I was lying or telling the truth. He took a few steps towards me until he was standing very close to me. I felt uncomfortable and tried to shift backward on the bed; he cupped my face and tilted it up to look at his.