Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Him and gym

After putting on her sportswear, Ella padded toward the hallway, still blinking away the post-makeout haze.

When Adrian stopped before the master bedroom door, she tilted her head. "Wait, we’re working out here?" Ella suddenly remembered the private gym inside the Master Bedroom.

A realization clicked in her mind. Was Adrian going to train her personally today?

Before she could dwell on that thought, he placed an arm on her waist and guided her towards the private gym. The last time she was here, she had been completely focused on him so missed out.

But this time, Ella did not fail to take in the grandeur of the gym that looked like it had been plucked out of a billionaire’s fitness fantasy—matte black walls, polished floors, a full rack of dumbbells, state-of-the-art machines, and a mirror-lined wall that doubled the size of the room.

Adrian walked in first, grabbing a towel off the rack. When he pulled his T-shirt over his head in a clean motion, Ella forgot how to breathe.

His torso was... unfair. Defined abs, broad chest, veins trailing down his forearms and biceps. And that sharp V-line? Rude. Just plain rude. It’s not like she had not seen it before but back then, she had been too stressed out to care about this artistry. But now, she realized she simply couldn’t take her eyes off.

"Oh. My. God," she mumbled under her breath, clutching a water bottle like it owed her strength. "This should be illegal."

Adrian turned, gaze cutting toward her.

Ella straightened instantly. "No no, baby. Not that I’m objectifying you or anything. I mean, I am, but respectfully. Totally respectfully."

Adrian didn’t say a word. Instead, he calmly grabbed a 40kg dumbbell and started lifting it single-handedly, his muscles flexing with each repetition.

Ella’s mouth ran dry.

’He’s doing it on purpose,’ she thought. To punish her. For staring. Or for teasing. Or maybe just because he could. Her eyes followed every inch of his movement like they were hypnotized.

Ella gulped. If... Say if... she decided to start her business in the entertainment industry by setting up an entertainment agency and the only star she signed under her company was Adrian, would she... take over the Top 3 companies overnight?

A voice in her head said: Yes, you would. You definitely would.

Adrian paused mid-rep and turned to look at her, "No running?"

Remembering how she had whined and blamed him for not letting her go on her usual runs, Ella felt her face heating up, "You... are seducing me," she mumbled under her breath, instantly regretting it when his eyes glinted slightly.

Ella took a few swigs of the water.

In the next moment, she watched as—

Without breaking eye contact, Adrian slowly pulled his sweatpants a notch lower on his hips, ’’Don’t run then," he whispered.

Ella choked on her water, "Pfft..."

Adrian didn’t react. He simply returned to lifting as if nothing happened, cool and composed, like seduction wasn’t his full-time job.

Ella narrowed her eyes, flushed. She placed the bottle aside, striding over to the treadmill. She cranked it up, tied her hair into a bun, and hit start.

Adrian glanced sideways at her.

"What? Baby, don’t tell me that you think I can’t look hot while jogging?" she huffed, setting her pace. "This is what peak performance looks like—oof—wait—slow down—"

She stumbled a bit as the speed picked up faster than expected, arms flailing.

In an instant, Adrian was beside her, pressing the emergency stop with one hand and catching her waist with the other.

Ella blinked up at him, panting, hair wild, cheeks flushed.

"Okay... okay..." she exhaled, leaning into his grip. "Maybe not my best moment."

As Adrian looked at her, a hint of helplessness flitted across his dark eyes. But he did not let her go.

In fact, his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her flush against him. His bare chest brushed against her thin tank top, heat and tension pooling between them all over again.

The sight of dark hair framing her face messily as she bit her bottom lips, visibly made his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

When he did not release her, Ella began to look up at him. But before she could utter a word, he captured her lips. Right there in the gym. Slow, deep, toe-curling.

Just when she would lean into the kiss, he would release her. And when she thought it ended, he would kiss her again.

"I thought we were working out," she whispered between kisses.

Yet, now she was suddenly not that sure what she was thinking then. Because how could physical intimacy be dull to her if one single kiss from Adrian was setting her body ablaze? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

’Buzz’

Today’s their anniversary...

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