“Fine, thank you. Nothing much,” I lightly replied, attempting casualness.
He continued to stare as if waiting for something. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the familiar need to hide. For the past year he has come to the gym and did much of the same. He asks questions about me and about school. One time he even asked if I was dating anyone. I remember the panic I felt when I thought he was hitting on me and it must have shown because he apologized and left the gym abruptly.
He finally handed me his membership card to swipe after a few moments. “You know, we have a promotion going on if you refer a friend to the gym, you get half off next month’s membership fees. You can even use a wife or child–”
I paused at the anger that flickered in his eyes at the mention of a wife and child. I couldn’t describe it, but it wasn’t warm and fuzzy like people who have families usually get.
“I won’t be bringing anyone,” he replied in a brusque tone. It was a far cry from the charisma he usually displayed.
“I’m sorry if I offended you, I –”
“Nonsense.” His smile was forced and didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It is me who should be sorry. My wife died some years ago. I haven’t quite gotten over her death.”
I immediately felt like an ass, not only for bringing up bad memories but the thoughts I was having about him. “Then please accept my apologies Mr. Martin.” I offered a smile and handed back his card.
“I can tell you are a very special girl, Lake. Such a shame,” he stated and then walked away. My smile immediately dropped as I watched him disappear into the locker rooms.
*
Thirty minutes in to my shift, I was cleaning the front windows and bobbing along to the music when I felt the breeze from the outside summer air as someone walked in.
“Welcome back. We are currently running a special promotion. If you refer a friend, you get half off next month’s fees.”
“Excellent. I’m sure Keiran would be very interested to know a certain someone works here.” I heard the gruff voice of the snake who made my skin scrawl.
I quickly turned in the opposite direction to escape when his hand clamped around my upper arm. “Not so fast, mouse,” he taunted while pulling me back towards the reception desk. He freed my arm and grinned down at me. “I’d like to apply for a membership.”
Trevor handed over his I.D. with a smug look and I reluctantly accepted it, keying in his info for the application. I could fill his eyes on me as I did so. Once I finished I handed his card back and kept a wary eye on him as he tucked it back into his pocket.
“So?” he asked with a raised brow.
“So, what?”
“Does he know you work here?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Just protecting my interests.”
“You mean your ass? Because if he finds out –”
“He won’t, and you are going to keep your mouth shut,” he warned. “What do you care anyway? He already hates you.”
“Because it’s a lot more personal now and he actually has a reason to hate me. He’s already threatened me because of you,” I whispered harshly. He slashed his hand in the air impatiently.
“I don’t care. Keep your mouth closed or I’ll threaten you too.”
He stalked away, heading for the weights and I couldn’t help hoping a weight could fall and just smash his brain in. It wouldn't wake me up from this nightmare but it would definitely make me laugh. Now who’s the sadistic one? I wouldn’t tempt fate in such a way because I wouldn’t be able to live with it on my conscious. It made me once again remember the fateful day everything turned to shit.
*
16 months ago
“Keiran Masters took over the team! He’s officially the team captain now.”
“I heard Trevor is pissed. What do you think he will do?”
“What can he do? Keiran is too bad ass for Trevor to take on.”