Chapter 69
Chad’s arms felt like jelly and he had no idea how he was supposed to do another push-up when their teacher for the day finally called halt.
Chad had thought the fitness classes were going to be fun, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. They were worked to the bone, and he left every class feeling like a wrung-out wet dishtowel.
“Fuck, man,” Mick said, walking next to him as they headed to the locker room to shower and get changed. “That was insane. How many did you do?”
“I don’t know; I stopped counting. I thought I was gonna crap out when he added the weights.”
Mick nodded his agreement, the two of them walking into the changing room. They stripped down, each heading to their own shower stall, talking over the short wall that separated them.
“So do you want to come out tonight?” Mick asked. “A bunch of us are going clubbing.”
“Sorry, I have plans,” Chad said. He only had three days before he was heading back to work, and he wanted to spend as much time with Peter as he could.
“Your mystery boyfriend?” Mick teased, laughing.
Chad blushed. Though he had gotten a few questions after Peter came to see him after his class, no one suspected that he was dating him.
The reigning consensus seemed to be that he had fucked up somehow, but that Peter had decided to give him another chance.
Chad didn’t mind, except some of the instructors seemed to share the assumption and were riding him hard in their classes. It was intense, but Peter just laughed it off and said it would only do him good.
“Yep,” Chad said, not offering any more information.
“Bring him!” Mick said, not letting it go. “Betas love those omega pheromones. Makes them crazy.”
“He’s not really the clubbing type,” Chad hedged. He hadn’t told anyone at Tank that he was dating an alpha.
“Fine, but you’re going to regret not having fun when you’re back in the middle of nowhere bored out of your mind.”
Chad smiled and turned off the water, drying off quickly and wrapping the towel around his waist. He headed back to his locker to put on his clothes.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to be having a good time tonight,” he said when Mick followed. Mick didn’t look like he believed that anything could be better than going to an omega club.
Six weeks ago Chad would have agreed with him.
Saying goodbye, Chad headed outside. He swung his gym bag over his shoulders like a backpack and pulled on his helmet, straddling his bike and taking off back to Peter’s.
He couldn’t wait to see what Peter had in store for him tonight.
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