Mr. Cold Casanova: A Manhattan Men Novel 8 by Parker Jacob

Author:Parker, Jacob
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star Key Press
Published: 2023-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

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OTTO

I snatched my gym bag from the trunk of my car and practically stomped into the gym. I needed the exercise to work out my frustration. I planned on pumping iron and sweating out my anger. I wasn’t sure how I was going to look at her tomorrow after the shit today. My gut reaction was to fire her or transfer her to another company to avoid causing problems. I didn’t like the idea of being around someone that would so easily betray me, even if we weren’t officially together. How was I supposed to trust someone to run my life if I didn’t trust them?

I quickly changed out of my suit and put on my shorts and tank top before flopping onto the bench to put on my gym shoes. Markos came in a few minutes later. “Shit, you’re early,” he said.

“Yep.”

He laughed. “What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“Yep,” he repeated. “What’s up your ass?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I’ll be out there.”

I walked into the gym, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I prepared for another intense workout session. I liked to try and beat my own best and tonight I had the fuel to make it happen. I took a minute to stretch a little. I didn’t want to pull something and walk all funny tomorrow. I wasn’t as young as I once was. I was thirty-six, but some days, I felt a hundred.

As I made my way to the weights section, I spotted some of the regulars. Markos and Nico quickly joined me. “What is your deal?” Markos asked.

“I don’t have a deal,” I replied.

“Told you,” Markos said.

“All day,” Nico said.

“All day, what?” I asked.

“You’ve had a stick up your ass since we went to lunch,” Nico said.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” I said. “Let’s do this.”

Markos, who was a tall and muscular guy like me and our many cousins and brothers, dropped onto the bench. “Spot me, and don’t let that thing drop. My wife likes my head attached to my neck.”

I stepped behind him with my hands out, ready to save him should he drop the damn thing. “One,” I said. “Two.”

Sweat glistened on his forehead as he grunted with each rep. I kept my hands at the ready when I noticed his arms shaking under the strain of the bar.

Nico was focused on his biceps, doing curls with dumbbells that looked almost too heavy for him. He had a stocky frame, and he had a competitive edge when it came to lifting weights. He always wanted to outdo us. He wanted to believe he was the strongest. I didn’t care to get into a pissing contest, but there were times when I liked to challenge him. Tonight kind of felt like one of those times.

When he finished his set, we put the bar in place and Markos sat up. He grabbed a towel and quickly wiped his face. “Your turn.”

“After you sweated all over the bench,” I said with disgust.

“Shut up and quit being such a girl,” he shot back.

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