Chapter 50
Gabriella
“Four times?” Trina damn near shouts.
“Shhhh. Shit, Trina, you want to tell everyone in the Gym about my night with Vic?” Looking around, I can see a couple of people looking at us while they continue their workouts. I stopped by Trina’s work to bring her a coffee and catch up while she was in between training sessions.
I roll my eyes in response and huff a laugh under my breath. “Anyway, it was an amazing night.” I can’t keep the cheesy grin off my face. My cheeks have been hurting all morning. “How much longer do you have until your next client?”
Trina quickly looks at her watch, “About 10 minutes.” She takes another sip of her iced coffee, “Mmmm, so fucking good. Thanks for the caffeine fix, girl. I got two tickets on the struggle bus today.”
“Hmmm, stay up late last night?” I can’t help the humor in my voice.
“Uh, not as late as you, hooker.” She deflects, but we both laugh anyway. “For realsies though, are you and Vic like good good now? I mean, everything is worked out and you told him….everything?” She narrows her eyes at me in suspicion.
Taking a deep breath, I press my lips together and lower my eyes from hers.
She knows. “Duuuuude! You cannot be serious? After all this healing communication mumbo jumbo, you still haven’t told him what happened?
” Her eyebrows furrow, I can sense the disappointment. “You have to fucking tell him, G.”
“I know, okay? I fucking know. It’s just everything has been going so well, and we’re better than we’ve ever been, Trina. What if…” I can’t finish that statement. My nose and eyes start to sting at the rush of emotions threatening to bring tears.
Trina leans in closely and places her hand on my hand sitting atop the arm of my chair.
“Babe, you have to know that that man loves the shit outta you and nothing is going to change that. He isn’t going to blame you for what happened because it isn’t your fucking fault.
But you need to tell him and have no secrets.
I mean, you said you were all in on this thing and that you wanted this to work.
” She squeezes my hand with reassurance, “So be all in.”
Our typical light repartee has taken such a serious turn that neither Trina nor I hear someone approach.
An overexaggerated throat clearing makes both of us jump a bit.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.
Am I interrupting something?” The voice is dry, with no signs of sincere apology.
I look over my shoulder, away from Trina, and I see a beautiful woman, androgynous looking, probably late twenties, early thirties.
She has a slender athletic figure, rocking short, spiky brown hair, with big brown puppy dog eyes.
I’m not one to be attracted to women, but this woman is drop-dead sexy.
“Here we go,” Trina mumbles under her breath, “Gabbi, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is Gabbi. And yes, you are interrupting.” I snap a look of admonishment at Trina for how rude she’s being. Trina rolls her eyes in response. What the fuck? Trina’s never rude.
“Olivia?” This is the girl that Trina calls the bane of her existence, but she can’t be that bad, right?
I stand and reach to shake her hand, “Hi, I’m Gabbi, nice to meet you.
” Olivia responds by looking down at my hand, then back up to my face, leaving my hand outstretched and untouched. Okay, that was fucking rude.
“Yeah, hi,” Olivia replies without even attempting to hide the disdain in her voice. She lets her gaze casually track down my body, curling her lip. Who the hell is this bitch? Rolling her eyes over to Trina, she tosses out, “Your next client is here, Kitten.” Then she turns and swaggers off.
Trina quickly stands and yells out to Olivia’s back, “It’s Katrina to you!” Olivia continues walking, giving no indication of hearing Trina’s correction. “Gah, that bitch drives me fucking bananas!”
“Yeah, wow, I thought you were over exaggerating on the vilification of that woman, but I can see that you were pretty spot on.” No matter the words I just spouted out, a thought tugs at the corner of my mouth, “But you know…”
“Don’t even fucking say it, Gabriella!” Trina never uses my whole name unless she’s super pissed at me. That makes my smirk grow.
Lifting my hands in surrender, I grin even bigger, “I’m always a sucker for a good enemies-to-lovers story.” Trina slaps my arm as I start laughing and grabbing my things.
“Get out, bitch!” Trina rolls her eyes and points at the door of the gym.
“Yeah yeah. I love you too. Call me later, Kitten.” The cackle that erupts from my mouth as I draw Trina’s nickname out and mimic Olivia’s voice echoes through the first floor of the gym. I don’t even turn around to see Trina’s face as I walk out; I know I’ll hear about it later.