Chapter 7

Davis

He was glad there was a gym here, even though it wasn’t like the one beside his apartment.

The little kid staring at the corner as he was working out was getting on his nerves. He always felt uncomfortable with people who stared too much. But he understood why. It wasn’t every day you would see an attractive guy with a well-toned body working hard.

But that wasn’t the case here. It was a fucking gym, and there were so many other guys more attractive and with more muscles. This gym was not one of the best, he thought as he dropped the 80kg weight back on the bench press.

It was the heaviest he could find, and it felt so light to him. He had done 50 reps, sweating profusely before he discovered the kid staring at him.

He got up from the bench and wondered why the kid was still gazing at him.

Was his body motivating the kid to look like him? Why didn’t the little lad look at the guy who looked like he was in his fifties, running on the treadmil