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32. The Gym

Vincent

I spent the next few days avoiding Rosie. Spending most of my time in the study. I had Roberto bring me my meals, except for breakfast, which I had early. Rosie was a late riser, so I knew there was little chance of me running into her.

It may have seemed childish, but what was I supposed to do. I’d fallen for her hard, and she had rejected me.

I wasn’t entirely sure it was all me, after all the whole issue had arisen because she was unsure of my feeling for her. That was on me. Not wholly though. If my father hadn’t made me make that stupid promise, then she would have known how I felt about her.

Then there was Gianna. Trying to play matchmaker.

If there was one fault that ran through our family it was that no fucker knew how to mind there own business.

First it had been Daniel, back when I was dating Amelia. Having said that, he always liked to take things from me. When we were small it was toys, as we got older it turned nasty. When I was twelve he broke my puppies neck, because it was more attached to me than him. Then he wanted Amelia.

My father and Gianna were different. They had interfered because they thought it would help. Just my luck it had the opposite affect.

Once she was back in America, I doubted she would even think of me. She’d probably end up with one of those awful preppie college types.

My only consolation was that I had stolen her first kiss. I hoped she would always remember that.


I looked up when I heard a gentle tap on the door. I knew it was a woman’s knock, and my heart skipped a beat.

I let out a sigh of disappointment when Gianna gently pushed open the door.

I looked back at the computer screen.

“What do you want?” I mumbled.

Gianna stomped over to the desk

“Do you have to be such a fucking arse,” she hissed.

I scowled at her.

“Mind your language, you know how papa hates it when you talk like that.”

She rolled her eyes and perched on the edge of the desk.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” She retorted.

I ignored her, and carried tapping away on the keyboard.

“Vincent!” She protested.

I sighed, and looked up.

“What?”

“Why are you avoiding Rosie?”

“I’m not,” I huffed.

Gianna grabbed the keyboard off the desk, and held it to her chest.

I shook my head, and glared at her.

“She misses you. She didn’t say anything, but I can tell. Every time she hears a door open, or someone coming she looks up and then her shoulders sag when it isn’t you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You really haven’t learnt your lesson have you?” I chided.

Gianna pouted.

“And what lesson is that?”

I held my hand out, waiting for her to return the keyboard.

“Not to interfere in other peoples business,” I retorted.

Gianna just stared at me in mock confusion.

“I’ve decided I want you to be my bridesmaid...That’s OK isn’t it Papa?” I mimicked.

Gianna threw the keyboard on the table.

“Fine,” she huffed, “but she cares about you, and if you keep this up you’re going to lose her forever.”

I let out a long sigh.

“Where is she now?”

Gianna grinned.

“She’s in the gym.”

I frowned.

“The gym? She never struck me as a gym bunny.”

Gianna rolled her eyes.

“See you didn’t even get to know her properly. Maybe you should join her.”

I glared at my little sister.

“Goodbye Gianna, I have work to do.”

Gianna tossed her head, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she walked towards the door.


I stared at the door for a few moments, before standing up and heading back to my cabin.

I quickly changed into a pair of gym shorts, and headed for the gym.

When I opened the door, I stopped and took in the sight before me.

She was running on a treadmill, earbuds in her ear so she couldn’t hear me.

That wasn’t what made me stop.

She was wearing tight Lycra shorts, and a crop top, leaving her midriff bare. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. No that I had to imagine what her body looked like, I already new.

Fuck! This was Gianna’s doing. I should have turned round, there and then, but I didn’t.

I walked over to the treadmill next to hers, and started to run.

She must have felt my presence, because she looked over, and a pink blush spread across her cheeks.

Like me she must have seen the irony. Ever since she’d landed in my villa, she had done nothing but run. She hardly needed the practice.

If she could tempt me with the clothes she was wearing, I could do the same.

I tapped my ear, signalling for her to remove the earpiece so she could hear me.

Thankfully she obliged. Maybe she didn’t hate me as much as I thought. Maybe I after everything that had happened, finding out about me and her mother had just tipped her over the edge.

If that was the case, there was still hope. I had to be careful though. I had no intention of losing her for good.


“How about a race, and a little wager?” I smirked, “first one to 5K.”

She pressed a few buttons and slowed the treadmill down to a walk.

“I don’t have any money,” she countered.

I smirked.

“I know. If I win, I get to take you on another date.”

She frowned, “and if I win?”

I chuckled internally. She wouldn’t win, I knew that. She was out of condition, I was fit. She’d only just found out about the gym, I had been coming here everyday since we boarded, and I had my own gym at home which I used everyday.

“What ever you want,” I replied.

Her eyes went wide. Then she smiled and nodded.

“Ok. But if you win it doesn’t change anything, I’m still going home.”

I chuckled.

“You think that being in America will stop me from taking you out?”

She bit her bottom lip. It made me want her even more.

“You’re not allowed to kidnap me,” she stated belligerently.

I rolled my eyes.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I pressed some buttons on my treadmill then on hers.

“What are you doing? You better not be cheating?” She warned.

I smiled.

“Just setting the distance, it’ll beep when you reach it. I’ll even give you a head start.”

She smirked at me, and pressed a few buttons to speed up the treadmill. She seriously thought she could beat me.

I did the same, making sure I was running a little faster.

She frowned, and adjusted her speed accordingly.


Every few minutes I countered her increase. We were running on the flat, I always ran on an incline, so this was easy for me.

Every time I increased the rate, she looked a bit panicked as she realised how fit I was. She must have thought I sat in an office all day long and drove fast cars. I did that a lot, but that didn’t mean I was going to let myself turn into a couch potato.

It didn’t take long until she realised that she wasn’t going to be able to keep up the pace I had set.

When my treadmill let out a beep, I couldn’t help but smirk.

She slowed down the treadmill to a stop.

I frowned and shook my head.

“You haven’t made it to 5k yet. Would you give up in a real race, if you realised you weren’t going to win?”

She glared at me, then hit the buttons and carried on running. Not at the same gruelling pace I had set, but fast enough so I knew she was putting in some effort.


When her machine beeped, I smiled, as she slowed it down to a stop.

“You did well, Rosie,” I praised.

She glared at me.

“There’s no need to patronize me,” she huffed, as she stepped from the treadmill.

I gently put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m not. I meant it. I work out everyday, you did well to keep up.”

She turned and looked up at may, her expression softened, although she didn’t smile.

“Thanks,” she mumbled as she headed towards the door.

“Wait,” I yelled.

She stopped and turned around.

“You need to warm down, or you’ll end up with cramp,” I warned.

She nodded and walked back to the mats, and started to stretch.

I followed her lead.

“Have you ever thought about doing that professionally?” I asked.

She frowned.

“What running?”

I nodded.

With the right trainer, you could be good.”

She rolled her eyes.

“The right trainer being you?” She scoffed.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No Rosie, I couldn’t train you, I’d be too distracted.”

Her cheeks flushed red.

“But you do owe me a date,” I smirked as I finished stretching.

I stood up and walked towards the door, when I reached it, I looked over my shoulder to see a confused look on her face.

“Don’t worry Rosie, I’ll let you know when and where,” I smirked, as I left her alone in the gym.

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