Vixen and The Thug

III

Chapter III. Happy Coincidence

A coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something more meaningful.

-Doug Cooper

Lauryn's POV

See this is why I hate Milly, he got me in this leg press machine about to die and all he talking about is "5 more". No how about you do five more since you full of all of that energy in the world. I mean yes I wanted to look good but this was a little intense. Just as I started to say something I look in the mirror in front of the machine I'm on and happen to see Sly coming in looking like someone straight off a fitness magazine. I think I forgot to mention that beards really did something for me and his just had me slightly weak in the knees. I don't know if it was his demeanor that made me find him attractive or really my lack of experience with the opposite sex.

He had on a pair shorts that managed to sit low enough on his hips that you could see the "v" cuts of his lower stomach thought the t-shirt that had his high school football team on it. Of course he was an athlete back in his day. Sly continued on his path to me and stop at Milly so they could dap each other up and then he went to the locker room from what I could tell and place his gym bag down.

I'm not even going to lie I didn't know him and Milly where cool like that. I mean I had heard that they knew each other pretty well and from what Milly did reveal about his upbringing he thought of Sly like a distant older brother type but he never really said much else on the topic. Finishing my last repetition on this machine I quickly locked the weights in place and proceeds to go over to the free weights to begin my walking lunges since Milly and I already talked about what he had plan for me. Taking weights from the rack I found a path and began to do the weighted walking lunges much to my quads and calves protest. Milly loudly coached me on my form and told me the number I had left. Just as I started to get mad, Sly shows up next to me with his own weights mimicking my movements.

He flashed a smile at me and continued to go at my pace with little effort and laughed as I grunted trying to catch my breathe while still performing the move. Sly was very smooth with his movement from the way I watched him from the corner of my eye. Milly finally told me to drop the weights and make my way to a machine to start doing rows. I hated doing rows after straining my legs because then I would be slightly stiff once I got in my car. I picked a machine on the far side hoping that Sly would get the hint and be about his business. No such luck, he sat next to me and adjusted his weight without paying me any attention. Milly started recommend different positions for him to row in since he knew I was already on the irritated side.

They were laughing and giggling like school girl while I was struggling to get a stable control on my form. Milly was about to get his teeth knock out if he looked at me one more time with that "Are you good?" expression. Why would he be wondering that, I had been at the gym already for an hour having to do cardio with Becca until his late self arrived here and he was talking about he needed to drip out early to go get his son, Mya. I love Mya to death but he was cutting into my work out which I really wasn't feeling. I knew Milly rarely saw him already since he and baby mama just broke up recently and she was allowing her personal feeling to affect the relationship he could have with his son. But, I already told him that she was petty but, I guess hindsight is always 20-20.

Doing my last exercise of the day I got off the machine and went over to the mats to start doing some different stretches to keep my movements fluid and well trained. Just as I started to get into my plank, stupid Sly came over holding weight to do deadlifts if I was right.