SELLING SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR DICK

IVY'S POINT OF VIEW.

"Wow, that was fast," I said sarcastically. We both decided to change into appropriate wear for the gym and of course Meghan decided to be extra and take so much time.

I still think this is a bad idea, apart from the part that I can't work out to save my life but what if I see something I don't want to see, there's no going back. I agreed that the terms and among those is anonymity of our sexual partners for the summer and now I am obsessing over the woman that might be pleasing my husband more than I can ever do.

"I don't want to do this, he might feel like I am stalking him," I mumbled under my breath.

"Girl, what are you saying? He's your husband." Megan hands me a bottled water, she's holding one herself.

"Whom I agreed to an open marriage with, I do recall you being all supportive and shit." We walked down the hallway leaving the front of Megan's hotel room which we were standing.

"Yes but you are not getting some or even trying to and I am really bored. If we are not going in search for hot men than at least we should stalk a bitch." She smirks.

"I never want to live in your head." I rolled my eyes, adjusting my leggings which included my stretching my legs forth like a lunatic to get it back to its high waist position. I am wearing a blue leggings, a huge shirt and sport bra underneath.

"What are saying? It's fun in there." Meghan is in black tights showing off that amazing ass which I obviously envied with pink sports bra.

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The gym is exactly how I imagined, huge and filled with testosterone and sweat. There are more guys in here than you will find in the pool, of course, they will be there, there are dozen of female trainers scrawling the place with huge tits and big butts.

Wilder knows how to provide services.

"This place is..." I turned to notice Meghan has disappeared from behind me and now flirting with a muscular guy lifting weights.

Esta Perra.

I scanned the room for my husband, he is seated drinking water talking to Casey while drinking water out of his bottle.

Talk about a high school reunion.

I was about to walk to their direction when the gym bitch stepped to my front.

"Welcome, I haven't seen your face here. How can I be of service?" She smiled, showing off her dimples.

Does she have to fucking have dimples?

I have always seen her from a distance but now up close, to be honest she's absolutely flawless, how can she look this good? Let's not get to her body.

Lord why?

She seems nice, it would have been easier if she's a bitch. I hate her. What if she's not even sleeping with my husband and I am just being dramatic?.

"Nothing, I am just here to talk to my husband." I pointed at my man.

"Oh, Cole." She turned smiling as she stared at my husband.

Hold the hell up?

"He is doing really good. I met him in the lobby last week, he seemed stressed and I offered he comes to the gym." I was right, my theory was right.

I don't even know I should feel.

"To help release the stress, you know?" That's the most sexual words ever and she is fucking saying it with a smile. She literally just admitted to having sex with my husband and she's smiling at me.

The nerve of this bitch.

"Yeah, I know." I couldn't look at her perfect face anymore so I looked ahead at my husband who now notices my presence and starts waving.

"I am going to go." I gave her a fake smile as I walked away.

I heard her say something about me coming back to work out in the gym.

"Hey." Cole caught up with me before I could leave the gym. He looked out of breath, I can't deny how hot he looked with sweat dripping from his head, his hair scattered and his exposed arm.

Focus Ivy.

"Where are you going?" I handed him my bottled water before speaking.

"Not really into joining your sexual cult." I watched him gulp down on my water, he looked so hot.

My eyes caught Meghan who is still talking to the muscular man and I glared at her indicating she better move her well-shaped butt back here.

Which she did after giving him her number, just about the time that Cole finished the water in my bottle.

"Whoa someone is thirsty, worked yourself too hard?" Meghan walked up to us teasing Cole who handed me the bottle.

"Nice to see you too Meghan."

"I got to go, see you back in the room?" He places a kiss on my forehead. I smiled and nodded as he headed back.

"What happened?" Megan asked her eyes still scanning the ground.

"He's definitely screwing her and I want to go." I walked outside and Meghan followed me.

"That ugly bitch," Meghan muttered. I wish she was ugly.

"I agreed to it so..." I was interrupted by an awfully familiar voice.

"Leaving? The real show was just about to walk in." Who else talks in such an obnoxious way? If you guessed, Wilder.

"Whoa, he is stupidly hot," Meghan whispered. Those were my thoughts exactly.

"Meghan, pleased to see you here." He winked totally flirting.

"I bet you guys haven't seen the whole gym, there's a back with..." Wait there's a back? That place is has huge as it is.

"You guys should try it out and..." I just kept on staring at his lips, now he is taking like the owner of the place would.

"It's great that you are selling something other than your dick." I retorted.

"It's like high school again," Meghan whispered, slowly backing away, leaving me alone with him.

"Oh, that one is for free." He smirked.

"Too bad, I don't do cheap things."

"Days ago you were all over it." I rolled my eyes, it's weird talking about his dick.

"I was drunk." I totally knew what I was doing.

"Blaming the alcohol now, that's a low blow." He places his hand in his chest feigning hurt.

"You will be fine." I smiled.

"I think I am going to keep my whole self away from you, you are the bully now." I let out a low laugh at his poor acting.

"Too bad, I was about to cut you a deal." I don't know what came over me but I can't believe I am actually considering this.

"And what deal might that be?" He raised his eyebrows

"Your initial one." A smirk erupted from his lips.

"Mind you, it ends a day before the vacation ends." This is crazy.

"Then I guess I can handle a few more insults." Well, let's make my husband jealous.