Falling Hard

“I don’t just work here. I own the gym with my husband,” I reminded her. She’d been so damn thirsty for my husband when I met her that I knew she’d be trouble.

She scoffed. “And pregnant again. Getting fatter and fatter. He’s going to need a hot wife.”

I was about to slap the shit out of her when I felt Adrian’s hand slide around my waist. “I do have a hot wife. Ms. Jones, here’s a refund to your membership. It’s been revoked.”

“That’s fine. I don’t need your gym. I’m not the one who looks like an orca.”

“Bitch,” I snarled out, nearly ready to skin her alive.

Adrian grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear, “Erica, please wait in my office.”

“You, get your things,” he barked at Ms. Jones.

“Erica, come with me.” I followed Rachael into Adrian’s office while he made Ms. Jones leave while avoiding any contact with her.

“I hope you know she’s just a jealous hag. You know you look incredible and from the way you came out of here this morning, I’m sure Adrian finds you hot as hell. Shit, I’m actually jealous how sexy you look pregnant. It’s sickeningly perfect.” She winked.

“Rachael. Leave us alone. I have to talk to my wife.”

“Talk…yeah. That’s the code word?” She giggled and closed the door behind her.

“Mrs. Greco, please tell me you didn’t buy a word of what that bitch was selling.”

“I’m not going to say it’s easy to hear another woman call me fat when I’m this far along, but I know she was doing it to be a cunt. Why did she start coming here again?” I couldn’t hide the suspiciousness in my tone.

“I don’t know. She was married when she used to come in before. Now, she’s divorced. She made that clear when she came to talk to me.”

“What did she want with you?” He hesitated which pissed me off and nearly brought me to tears. “Are you having…”

“For the love of God do not finish that fucking sentence. You should know by now that you’re my everything. I was buried balls deep in you this morning. So help me, I want to bend your ass over and remind you that you’re mine.”

I gulped, knowing that he wanted to spank my ass. I shouldn’t question his love for me. He’d never given me reason, but my hormones were running the gamut. “It’s just.”

“Look, she wanted to see if I was interested in a mistress. I would never be interested. Then she said that she wanted a refund to the gym. I nodded and refunded the money and gave her a copy of the refund information.” He seemed to get more and more riled up.

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Turn around and bend over.” I tried to pretend that I didn’t like it, but who was I kidding? I loved when he spanked me.

Adrian

I’d had enough of these women hitting on me. The wedding ring, the professional attitude and the sexy wife on my arms wasn’t enough to keep women from flirting. Most days, I left the floor to my staff. I rarely came out of my office and I didn’t speak to any of the guests.

When that bitch had called my wife fat, I almost lost it. Never had I ever hit a woman, but I was tempted. She’d hurt my wife’s feelings five seconds after I already told her that I had no interest in her offer. I had a new shirt to wear to the gym while I worked. Maybe it would help keep the women at bay. I think it had to do with the endorphins running through your body after a good workout.

* * *

The next morning I was in my office when I spotted my wife giving a tour of the gym. She wore a pair of Khaki maternity shorts that curved to her perfect ass. It was her company polo that emphasized her swollen six month pregnant belly that drove me nuts. She was insanely gorgeous that I could hardly take my eyes off her while she was in the gym. It made me hard, knowing I knocked her up for the third time.

In the middle of her tour, I caught one of the men staring at her in a way that I considered dangerous. Dangerous to his own health because I was tempted to kill him. No one had the right to ogle my wife but me.

I stormed out of the office about to say something when Santos approached the guy and led him right to the door. The guy protested and then shouted that he didn’t need my gym anyway. He wasn’t going to need food if he opened his mouth about my wife either.

Santos came over to me. “Sorry, I dealt with the trash. I can’t have you getting arrested. You know it’s not good for Erica and the baby. Twice in a year is too much. You got off with a slap on the wrist the last time.”