Chapter 19

Zoeys POV

I wake up Wednesday morning at five am.

Training starts at six so I still need a shower, before I can think about breakfast. For some reason it seems like I can never stop eating.

After a quick shower to wake me up. I put on a black sports bra and matching spandex shorts. I tie my hair up in a high pony and slip on my Nike's.

I jog downstairs to the kitchen, almost running into Blake rounding the coner. He saves me from falling by gripping my shoulders.

"Wow there killer, slow down. Where are you off to in a hurry?"

"Oh, sorry. Training starts at six. It's five-fourty five now. I'm starving and need breakfast before getting my ass kicked."

Laughing he pushes me to one of the bar stools. He sits me down then grabs a plate and pushes it infront of me.

Oh hell yeah, bacon, runny eggs, toast, hashbrowns. I'm in heaven!

I smile and start breathing in my food.

"Damn Zoey, if you were that hungry, you should have been down here sooner." He's staring at me.

Great.

I swallow,