Falling For My Ex

Chapter Six - I am in trouble

Justin

I can’t help but smirk a little as I walk away. I know I shouldn’t, but what just happened showed me I still have the same effect on her as I did before I left. It took everything in me not to kiss her because the closeness between us was driving me crazy. Yes, I have missed her like crazy, even if it doesn’t seem like it to her, but the little moment in her hotel room made me realise just how much.

I meant each word. I plan on getting her back, but I really don’t know if it will work because Sydney seems determined to stay away from me. I will just need to up my game. For now, though, I need a stress reliever. The two best things for it are a workout or s*x, but I don’t plan on having s*x with anyone because I am hoping the next woman I will get close to, not only sexually but in all ways, is Sydney. So, the gym it is.

I plan to leave her alone for the rest of the day because I don’t want to come on too strong, or I will scare her off entirely. I head back to my place to grab my gym bag. It doesn’t take me too long to arrive back. I sigh as I look around. I still have so much to sort out and unpack, but I can’t find the motivation to, but I am sure I will soon enough. I have only been back a couple of weeks; I am still settling in.

I shake my head and forget it all. I grab my bag from my bedroom and leave for the gym. An hour will do me, well, unless I fancy a longer workout. I have a lot of stress and frustration to get rid of. I walk there since it is only five minutes from my place, which is handy.

I swipe my phone and stroll towards the lockers. The place is usually quiet at this time of day which I like. I prefer it. I hate when it is too busy. I strip out of my clothes and change into my gym clothes. I have only been coming here for about a week, but so far, I am not disappointed.

I put my things in a locker, grab my water bottle and head through to start my workout. My first stop is the mats to stretch. I grab one, wipe it and place it on the floor. I get straight to it. Ten minutes here will be more than enough. I do all my stretches and then start on my sit-ups.

“You have to be f*****g joking.” I hear a voice say in annoyance.

A voice I know without hesitation. Sydney!

I sit up and run my eyes up her bare legs. Her long, tanned, gorgeous legs. I take my time to dance my eyes over every inch of her before I finally look at her face. She is glaring at me.

“Hey, beautiful,” I say nonchalantly.

“Don’t you, hey beautiful me! Why the hell are you at my gym?” she groans, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Your gym? I am sure it is open to the public.” I say sarcastically.

“Yes. I have been a member of this gym for three years. Are you stalking me here too?” she snaps.

“I am not stalking you, Syd. I chose this one because it is closest to my apartment.”

I jump to my feet and stand in front of her.

“Whatever, just stay out of my way.” She exclaims and walks away.

I watch after and chuckle to myself. Sydney has always been a little dramatic, but she seems too more so now. It is quite entertaining. I always loved her snarky side. I loved all her sides. She climbs onto one of the treadmills. I planned on going there first, but I should maybe wait since Sydney already thinks I am stalking her. She might try to push me off or something.

I glance around and decide to start with the leg machine. They just happen to be in eye line with the treadmills, but at least I will be far enough away from her she won’t be able to slap me.

Sydney rolls her eyes when she sees where I am going. I smile sweetly at her before I set my things down and climb onto the machine. She shakes her head and looks down.

I chuckle and start on the machine. It takes a moment for me to find the strength in my legs, but once I get started, I am fine. I focus on what I am doing, but after a short time, I can feel a pair of eyes burning into me. I have a feeling who it was.

I look up and see Sydney going slow on the treadmill, her eyes firmly on me and biting on her lower lip. Something she always did when she was turned on. She is turned on watching me. Sydney always loved watching me work out, or we would work out together. It was fun, but we would never finish because we would get distracted by each other.

When she finally notices I caught her, she quickly pulls away from me and pretends she wasn’t just checking me out. Oh, I can have a lot of fun with her without being right in her face. I may need to show off a little for her sake.

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I’ve been having a lot of fun teasing Sydney until now. She is a couple of feet away from me, and she isn’t alone. She is talking to some guy, seeming a little too friendly with him. They are laughing, and she keeps touching his arm. I wasn’t sure if she was interested or doing it for my benefit.

I should stop watching them, but I couldn’t help it. My stomach is in knots, my breathing is erratic, and my fists are in balls at my side. I am jealous! I can’t stand seeing her flirt with another man in front of me. I probably don’t have the right to be jealous, but she was mine first. She was mine before any other damn man! I gave her all her first! I was the first guy she ever loved! And none of these other’s bastards can ever compete with it.

Sydney laughs loudly, and the guy places his hand on the small of her back. I hiss in anger. I can’t watch it any longer. I rush towards the lockers, and I need to walk by them to get there. I stop in front of them.

“Yes? Can I help you?” Sydney asks through gritted teeth.

“He isn’t even your type. If you are trying to make me jealous, it isn’t working.” I snap and storm off.

I should have walked right by and kept my mouth shut. I just gave her another reason to be mad at me. i***t! I am an i***t! What I said was true, though. He isn’t her type. He is a pretty boy. She does not like those, and I am sure her taste in men hasn’t changed dramatically in five years.

I sigh and grab a towel from my locker to hit the shower. It will only be a quick one, and then home. I only manage a few steps.

“Justin Scott Cameron!”

I hear a pissed off Sydney call out. Oh, s**t! I am in trouble. Big trouble. She only uses my full name when she is really pissed off or annoyed at me. On the other hand, it is nice to hear it again, even out of anger.

I stop in my tracks and turn around. I wait for her and everything she has to say.