“Did you want me to help you, Levi?”
“Oh, no, really I’m fine.”
Her eyes narrow, head tilting slightly as she crosses her arms tighter, once again highlighting her chest. Those perfect fucking tits. Honestly, so perfect they are sinful.
“I’d better not catch you out alone in the foreseeable future, Levi.”
I open my mouth to respond, but she doesn’t let me get a word in, “Now, go get a trolley instead.”
What the fuck? A trolley?
“Now, Levi.”
Wordlessly, I walk over to put the basket back and pull out a cart before moving back toward Scarlett. She pats my hand as she brushes past me, “Such a good boy.” She purrs in my ear before moving to the checkout lanes.
I stand next to the apple stand speechless.
What the fuck just happened?
CHAPTER FIVE
LEVI
Iturn to groan into my pillow.
Today’s the day. First session. Fuck my life.
Once again, I’ve woken up feeling the god-awful throbbing pain through my shoulder – basically my life for the past two weeks.
I can’t wait to work on getting it better, except it’s Pilates. Could Coach have even chosen a worse recovery plan? Actually, he could have because at least it’s not fucking hydrotherapy or some dumb shit like that. But… Now that I think about it, that might be a better option.
I sit up, flexing my shoulder slightly – a mistake. A sharp pain shoots up my shoulder. Seriously, how am I even supposed to start Pilates today with this?
Fucking useless.
I reach for my sling, securing my arm in it before getting out of bed to trudge to the kitchen. Soft light greets me as I enter.My apartment is a mess right now. Unopened mail sprawled across the granite counter, coats and sweaters thrown over the island chairs, dishes piled up in the sink. I’ve had no energy to worry about any of that stuff since my shoulder. And I honestly couldn’t give a fuck about anything else right now, anyway. Shaking off the thought of my injury again, I brew my coffee, pouring into the mug with my left hand, half of it missing the cup and splattering over the counter.
My head tips down in frustration, my eyes welling up as I will myself to have patience, but it really is difficult – feeling so inadequate. After being independent for as long as I can remember I don’t know how to rely on anyone else. I don’t want to rely on anyone else.
Taking a sip of the coffee that I actually managed to get into the mug, I grimace. It’s not even good. Just as disappointing as the rest of my life right now.
I heat some leftovers Gigi brought me, quickly eating before heading back to my room to get ready. I pick up my phone to check the time and freeze. It’s one o’clock. Shit. Coach is going to have my ass, and if I read Scarlett properly, so will she.
I try to quickly pull on my hoodie, only for it to get stuck halfway. This fucking shoulder is going to be the death of me.
I wrestle it on the rest of the way, before grabbing my keys. Heading to the door, I slip my shoes on and grab my gym bag. I close the door behind me making my way to my car.
I slide in, the custom brown leather interior making me relax immediately. I love this car. Turning the key in the ignition before grabbing the wheel with my good hand and pulling out onto the street.
The city traffic is merciless – like, seriously, why is the road so backed up? It’s so overcast today anyway, there is nowhere to go.
I’m thirty minutes late by the time I make it to the studio, and I’m just hoping she doesn’t tear me a new one.
Sighing, I hurry to the studio, strolling inside to take note of Scarlett behind the counter – and she does not look happy.
Her head snaps to the door at the sound of me entering.
“Finally decided to grace me with your presence, Carter?”
