My Chubby Lover novel Chapter 2

Noah Stewart made his way into the gym to find Sarah already had his key in her hand.

"Saturday morning, eight-thirty every single week unless we're closed for holidays," she said.

"You know me, I like to be predictable."

"Yeah, why don't you work out in your own town? Don't they give you a special discount or something?" Sarah asked.

Noah sighed. He could work out in his own town, and it would be easier than making the trek four times a week, but he liked Bruce's Gym.

He was left alone, allowing him to train. None of his football buddies were there, and he didn't have to worry about them trying to hook him up with some of the chicks in high school.

Ever since girls had discovered he had a dick at fifteen years old, he'd experienced nothing but drama.

Working out was the one area where he got to relax. He was the kind of guy who found lifting weights, running, or swimming relaxing, but still, it's what he liked to do, and he intended to make a career out of it.

If he didn't make it through football, he'd make it through becoming a sports medic, or teaching.

He happened to like a lot of things, and he was smart. Bruce had even offered him a chance to earn some extra cash as a fitness instructor.

The first week he was hit on three times, and that was not what he wanted for himself, so now, he focused on just practicing.

"Stop worrying about how much I'm being charged. Anything new with you?"

"I think Eric may propose. He's getting all serious."

Eric was her serious boyfriend, who she completely adored, but refused to show it.

This was what his friends ribbed him about every chance he got. Not only was he known for being a hit with the ladies, but he was also a nice guy, which made girls annoyed.

They couldn't hate him even if they wanted to, and also, he was a hot guy.

He was tall, muscular, with messy blond hair that looked hot on a guy and ugly on girls, and blue eyes that made girls think of the ocean when he was screwing them.

Not to mention he'd gotten some wicked ink during a trip to Vegas his dad took him on to see a game. It made him pretty badass, and his friends wanted to get one afterward.

It was damn good being Noah Stewart.

He loved his life, and nothing was going to change that.

"You make sure I'm at the wedding."

"Shut up, Noah. Oh, we had a newbie today. She joined via the phone, and wants absolutely no help."

"That's not unusual."

"Yeah? She looks like a fish out of water. I think she's just hoping everything will fall into place for her," Sarah said.

There he changed into his workout clothes before heading out. He did some light stretches on his way into lifting some weights.

The definition on his arms helped him to catch the girls, but it also gave him the strength he needed while playing.

Noah didn't know what he'd do with his life if he didn't have the option of playing ball. It gave him focus.

Several of the guys nodded at him as they made their way to different apparatus.

This was what he liked about training here, he got left alone.

The last thing he wanted was a scene. He'd been there, done that, and he wasn't interested in the experience again.

After he was sufficiently warmed up, he started light on his arm reps, building up, alternating between each arm.

When he was happy there, he started to do some squats, lifting the weights out either side of his body, and drawing them back in.

For the next hour, he worked the whole of his body, building up a sweat.

He was warmed up, pumped, and ready to hit the treadmill. With a towel around his neck, he walked into the running room, and saw several people he recognized.

Looking to his left, he froze when he caught sight of a chick he did recognize.