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"Tomorrow? Uh - I mean - tomorrow." I still have no idea what I am supposed to be answering. I look around to make sure Bella has all her things together. I am still holding her gym bag over the front of my pants to try and hide what she is inevitably going to see when I walk away. I am dying inside, but I am standing now, and I am almost certain that it is obvious what is going on by the awkward way I am holding the bag.
Gabi keeps trying to talk to me. This time I hear what she says,
"I am finally settling into the place; all my boxes are unpacked."
No - no, I need to leave. Right now. This bullshit conversation about moving and whatever else she wants to talk about is just not going to happen.
"Come on, Isabella. Let's get moving. I've got things to sort out at home." I say sternly - hoping Bella will hurry up. But she doesn't.
Bella and Gabi keep talking for a bit and I keep eyeing the exit door. Ready to run through it and escape this horror.
Why is my cock not getting a hold of itself and relaxing? I sigh in frustration. I have to go. Now. With or without Bella - I need to go wait in the car or something.
"Bella, let's go," I say, even more sternly than before.
Then I turn towards the door. My body feels hot, and it is pissing me off.
"Oh - Alex, just some info for you," Gabi calls my attention back to her, "Arnica oil - for the bruise. It works really well." I glance over her body again then shut my eyes to try and block her out. I nod.
Now I am definitely leaving. The lesson is over, and I am leaving.
I am so relieved when Bella skips in step behind me. I hold the door open for her and she runs out, looking really happy and full of energy.
Outside I take a deep breath of fresh air. I had not been aware of how tense I was inside there. It is Gabi. It is just the way my body and my mind react to her.
I realize what she must have been asking me - tomorrow. Does Bella want to do a class with her tomorrow? That must have been it. I had not answered. I turn to look back into the gym and see Gabi in there packing away the gloves. No, not a chance I am going back in there. I will need to call her or email her or something. Right now, I just need to get into the car and get my thoughts back to a point where I have control over them.
In the car, I am finally relaxed and when I reverse out of the parking lot, I begin to take note of just how happy Bella is. She is glowing. She seems to have completely forgotten about her black eye or the shit she had to go through the day before. I have to admit that the class has really done wonders for her. Again, I think to myself that it has been a year since I saw her this happy.
"You did so well, munchkin. I saw you working with the boxing gloves. Your form was really neat, and you did really well."
I squeeze her shoulder and she beams up at me, obviously feeling really proud of herself.
"Now that you have worked up such a big appetite, what would you like for lunch?"
"Burgers." She shouts enthusiastically. I smile. She looks so excited about everything now.
CHAPTER 7
GABI
The rest of my classes go well, but I am annoyed with myself for feeling so distracted. I am still thinking about how rude Alex was and I can't understand why he would be like that when his daughter so clearly enjoyed herself.
He is an incredibly sexy man, and it is hard not to stare at him when I am around him, but his dickhead attitude just ruins it for me. No matter how good-looking you are, it does not make up for such a horrible and nasty attitude.
I glance down at my watch. Oh, shit I am so late. I did not realize that was the time. I still need to get home, shower, and start dinner.
My entire family is coming around tonight to celebrate my new place and I am making our favorite - tacos with our special family secret recipe for guacamole.
I look around - the gym is neat enough. I will get Toni to come in early tomorrow morning to give it a wipe-down. Right now, I need to get home quickly as they will be arriving soon, and I need to at least have showered and be looking decent. I guess they can just help me with the cooking.
Driving home I am more focused on what happened with Alex than on what I need to do for the dinner with my family. By the time I get home, I am annoyed and frustrated because I can't work out why he would have been so rude this morning. I keep telling myself to let it go - just let him be an asshole for no reason at all - but I can't seem to follow my own advice.
I rush into the shower at home and throw on some jeans and a pretty strapless top that brings out my eyes. By the time I am done blow-drying my hair, my family is already knocking on the door. I have not even come close to starting dinner yet. Thank goodness I did all the grocery shopping yesterday afternoon otherwise, I would have been in some trouble today.
I let out a loud sigh of frustration at my looping thoughts about Alex and rushed to the front door to let everyone in.
They are impatient and before I can open it, they have rung the doorbell twice more.
