worked out with a trainer at his office doing various kinds of martial arts. Why he did that when he had a full security team of strong, powerful men that consisted of ex-military men or former FBI agents, she had no idea. Suffice it to say that those buff muscles didn’t come naturally. She calculated that the man worked out approximately sixteen to twenty hours a week.
And not a single moment of those workouts could be considered slack time. She became exhausted just watching him. When he was on the treadmill, he constantly increased the speed until he was basically sprinting. And not just for moments but for long periods of time. When he lifted weights, his muscles and veins bulged out with the effort. She only watched one of his martial arts training sessions because it was just too horrifying. It looked like both men were in a fight to the death and it was traumatic to watch.
He rose just before five o’clock in the morning, worked out and was in the office by seven-thirty or eight o’clock. He worked until six or seven each evening, then entertained at social functions, went to charity events or attended dinner parties several nights a week. The man didn’t get to sleep until about midnight every night.
It was exhausting living with him!
By the first weekend, she slept until nine o’clock in the morning, just trying to catch up on the sleep she’d lost from trying to keep up with him and she didn’t even work out as hard as he did. She was satisfied with an easy three or five mile run and her weight routine consisted of half-heartedly lifting weights only a fraction of the size he used.
The first few mornings when she’d joined him, he wouldn’t let her work out. It wasn’t until she’d visited the obstetrician and the doctor had okayed Gabby’s workouts, then he would let her exercise. Damon’s preferred method of dealing with pregnancy was for Gabby to stay in bed and read while Gabby wanted to continue with her routine, just being more careful. Thankfully, her doctor affirmed that Gabby’s idea was better. Exercising was fine, as long as she continued to do what she’d been doing previously and drank lots of water.
The socializing part was almost as difficult. Damon introduced her to everyone but wouldn’t give them an explanation to her role in his life. She’d asked him to simply define her as his friend. He refused to call her anything until she agreed to marry him, upon which time he would introduce her as his fiancée. Since Gabby refused to accept his proposal and he refused to introduce her as a friend, their standoff left everyone wondering and gossiping about what their relationship really was.
Damon didn’t care in the least. In his opinion, the rest of the world could just wallow in their curiosity and he didn’t owe anyone an explanation. His private life was no one else’s business.
Gabby agreed, but it made for some awkward conversations when he wasn’t in the group.
The night that she finally got to meet Damon’s brother was interesting. Damon brought it up casually on the Wednesday morning of their second week together. When he asked if Yuri could come over for dinner on Saturday night, Gabby was surprised that he even wanted to introduce her to his brother.
Saturday night arrived and Gabby was a nervous wreck. She changed her clothes four times before finally deciding on a black turtleneck sweater and black slacks. She felt sophisticated and yet casual, as if she weren’t trying to impress anyone even though she desperately wanted to impress Damon’s brother.
Damon wore a pair of jeans and a loose red shirt, not even tucked in at the waist. She was surprised because Damon was always so put together whenever someone else was around.
Yuri was a complete surprise. She was expecting a similar person to Damon, but the man who showed up was nothing like his brother.
After the two men hugged each other and joked about something in Russian that Gabby didn’t understand,
And not a single moment of those workouts could be considered slack time. She became exhausted just watching him. When he was on the treadmill, he constantly increased the speed until he was basically sprinting. And not just for moments but for long periods of time. When he lifted weights, his muscles and veins bulged out with the effort. She only watched one of his martial arts training sessions because it was just too horrifying. It looked like both men were in a fight to the death and it was traumatic to watch.
He rose just before five o’clock in the morning, worked out and was in the office by seven-thirty or eight o’clock. He worked until six or seven each evening, then entertained at social functions, went to charity events or attended dinner parties several nights a week. The man didn’t get to sleep until about midnight every night.
It was exhausting living with him!
By the first weekend, she slept until nine o’clock in the morning, just trying to catch up on the sleep she’d lost from trying to keep up with him and she didn’t even work out as hard as he did. She was satisfied with an easy three or five mile run and her weight routine consisted of half-heartedly lifting weights only a fraction of the size he used.
The first few mornings when she’d joined him, he wouldn’t let her work out. It wasn’t until she’d visited the obstetrician and the doctor had okayed Gabby’s workouts, then he would let her exercise. Damon’s preferred method of dealing with pregnancy was for Gabby to stay in bed and read while Gabby wanted to continue with her routine, just being more careful. Thankfully, her doctor affirmed that Gabby’s idea was better. Exercising was fine, as long as she continued to do what she’d been doing previously and drank lots of water.
The socializing part was almost as difficult. Damon introduced her to everyone but wouldn’t give them an explanation to her role in his life. She’d asked him to simply define her as his friend. He refused to call her anything until she agreed to marry him, upon which time he would introduce her as his fiancée. Since Gabby refused to accept his proposal and he refused to introduce her as a friend, their standoff left everyone wondering and gossiping about what their relationship really was.
Damon didn’t care in the least. In his opinion, the rest of the world could just wallow in their curiosity and he didn’t owe anyone an explanation. His private life was no one else’s business.
Gabby agreed, but it made for some awkward conversations when he wasn’t in the group.
The night that she finally got to meet Damon’s brother was interesting. Damon brought it up casually on the Wednesday morning of their second week together. When he asked if Yuri could come over for dinner on Saturday night, Gabby was surprised that he even wanted to introduce her to his brother.
Saturday night arrived and Gabby was a nervous wreck. She changed her clothes four times before finally deciding on a black turtleneck sweater and black slacks. She felt sophisticated and yet casual, as if she weren’t trying to impress anyone even though she desperately wanted to impress Damon’s brother.
Damon wore a pair of jeans and a loose red shirt, not even tucked in at the waist. She was surprised because Damon was always so put together whenever someone else was around.
Yuri was a complete surprise. She was expecting a similar person to Damon, but the man who showed up was nothing like his brother.
After the two men hugged each other and joked about something in Russian that Gabby didn’t understand,
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