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I texted her, even though I hate being the first to do so. I waited for five minutes and was about to chew her out for making me wait so long when I saw her text come through.

Lisa:Sorry, I've been working out.

I had no idea that Lisa was so fit when I first met her. She apparently went to the gym every day for several hours. She went on morning runs a lot, too. I didn’t like how often she went to the gym either. Frankly, it was really suspicious.

Chris:Mind if I join?

Another five minutes passed, then another before she replied again. I was growing increasingly annoyed as she continued this behavior.

Lisa:Are you sure you want to?

Her reply had me gripping my phone tightly in anger. She either didn’t want me around, or she felt I was too weak. Either way, I hate the implications.

Chris:Of course! Maybe you can start coming to my gym instead?

I don't want her going to her own gym alone. I don't know who all goes there. Lisa was too attractive of a woman to go to the gym by herself.

Lisa:I am sorry. I'll have to decline that offer. I like my gym.

I couldn't believe she said no. I read it a few times over, feeling an anger course through me. It was small, but building quickly as I reread her text one more time.

Chris:I see. How about you try it before you flat out deny it?

I tried not to sound snarky, but it was hard to bite back my attitude, especially when I was upset.

Lisa:I'll go with you if you really want me to, but I'm not switching gyms.

Lisa was stubborn as hell, but she would soon learn that it was my way or a punishment. She was a very attractive woman who didn't need to be going to the gym by herself. There was no telling the trouble she could get into by herself.

Chris:I'm sure you'll change your mind once you come with me.

I saw she had seen the message, but those three dots never appeared. Was she not going to respond? I felt a total outrage course through me.

What the fuck was she doing?

I pulled up the tracker I had placed in Lisa's car. It showed she wasn't home. In fact, she wasn't at any gym I knew. It was a house, some random house out of the city.

Who the fuck was she seeing?

I squeezed my phone so hard the screen cracked, only making me angrier. Who was she with right now? She lied to me. She said she was at the gym, yet she was at some house. I was sure it was a guy's house, too.

That fucking whore. I would teach her.

Chris:Where's your gym? I'll come pick you up. We need to talk in person.

I lied to her, but I was curious about what she would say in response. Would she lie further?

Lisa:About what?

She ignored my question completely, trying to distract me or buy herself time.

Chris:Our future.

Lisa:Okay, I'll meet you at my apartment. It shouldn't take long for me to get there.

Chris:Let me pick you up. I want to see the gym you refuse to leave for me.

I wonder what she would come up with now. Probably some stupid excuse that would keep me away.