In the Alpha’s Arms
Chapter 4
Therapy
“Miss Dillard, punctual as always, please have a seat,” Susan motioned. She’d been Lita’s therapist for the last month, exactly one day after Lita moved into her apartment. But ever since the first visit, she always insisted that Lita call her Susan, to show that her office was a friendly space. But it wasn’t and Lita knew that, simply from the fact that Susan never called her Lita. It was always Miss Dillard.
“So, what’s new on my mother’s agenda?” Lita asked, dismissing any pleasantries at the door. She slumped onto the overpriced leather couch with a scowl.
“Your mother says hello, as always, and once again, I’m here to remind you she only wants what’s best for you. We’re here today to discuss the gym again. It’s important for you to take better care of yourself. Have you found a suitable location? I have a few suggestions that your mother has approved, if you’d like.”
“No thanks, Susan. I found one yesterday. Here’s the receipt,” Lita snipped, practically tossing the half-crumpled piece of paper into Susan’s hands. The woman cleared her throat and cleaned her glasses slowly before taking up the piece of receipt paper in her hands.
“Mmm, there’s no name here. It just says Athletic club on the line item. What’s it called? Where is it?”
“It’s pretty far, but I like the drive,” Lita smiled with an attitude, “Gives me lots of time to think. And I prefer to keep the name to myself. I was told I could select my gym, and I did. It shouldn’t matter where it is. Anyway, I figured the cost would satisfy mother, ensuring I’ve chosen a location suitable for a family of our caliber.” Lita hated to speak that way. It was elitist and implied others were lesser because they were not wealthy. But it was the language both Susan and Lita’s mother loved to hear. It validated that Lita was absorbing their training.
Susan nodded thoughtfully, “Yes, I suppose exclusive gyms don’t need to advertise on their receipts. The word of mouth is sufficient. Yes, I think she’ll be pleased with this.”
Susan tucked the paper into a file folder and grabbed her notepad, “Shall we get started?”
Lita nodded.
“How is your aggression today, on a scale of 1-10?”
Eleven, Lita thought. “Two,” Lita answered aloud.
“And your anger?”
Twelve, Lita growled in her own head. “One,” she sighed, tired of answering the same litany of questions every day.
are you taking a day?” Susan pointed her nose down at this one, trying to scrutinize Lita’s
it was closer
sleep? Have you been having
many. I’ve been getting about four or five hours of sleep, but after the gym
is it’ll do wonders for your complexion and hair, which have become rather…
affirmative. She constantly took little jabs, and sometimes it felt like Lita was listening to her mother in the flesh, with all the elitism and prejudice. But in the end, Lita would happily sit there every day until school started if it meant she could have some freedom. After that, she’d only have to go weekly to maintain her freedom as long as her grades stayed up. And if all of it meant she’d be able to go to a school on the
haven’t been eating again…” Susan made a clicking sound with her tongue and Lita cringed. It was probably the single most
assured, knowing full well she had only picked at it for an hour and then drank a bottle of
until Brian showed up, demanding they have dinner together. When she sat down to take the first bite, her appetite died, like it always did after he reminded
thank for your meal? It must be nice, living with such a handsome young man, and at a prime age for marriage, too.” Was she referring
my mother already countless times, we do not live together. We are on a break until May. We live in the same building. That’s all. It was
a little push here and there. And with proximity, it’s
the clock, “As much as I enjoy our chats, looks like time
A week later
air. Her lungs didn’t seem capable of pulling in enough oxygen to sustain her. She was so out of shape, it was sad. The two minutes she’d spent running a slow cool down felt like ages and Gymhead, Alex, was no help in that department, smiling like an
fan?” She glared at him, but she kept going. Her legs felt like jelly, ready to slip off her body at any moment. She was stumbling with each step. In another moment or two, she would probably hit the moving band of the treadmill and embarrass herself completely. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to knock herself out so she wouldn’t have to hear Alex’s barking laugh again. Then she considered the marks that falling might leave behind and how Brian might react to them.
if not a bit concerned. Lita stumbled once more before he pressed the button to force stop the machine. After a twenty-minute cardio warm-up, a forty-five minute weightlifting regimen in which he claimed you don’t stop, you switch muscle groups, a fifteen-minute water break that ended with the protein bar Alex tossed her, and a back breaking series of exercises designed to teach her body control, Lita was well past the breaking
Lita managed between strangled breaths,
her? She hobbled over to the water fountain and gulped, spilling most of it down onto her oversized hoodie. With how much sweat had already soaked in, she could hardly tell the difference. It was as if her entire body were devoid of all its water at the end of every training session. She couldn’t even be bothered to care if she smelled. Had
happened yet. Instead, Alex spent the last week punishing her body. He probably remembered it differently, but the way her muscles tightened and ached, punishment was the only comparison. Underneath all the pain, though,
break. Plus, Lita had improved like crazy, mostly because whenever she was about to pass out, Alex stuffed a protein bar in her face. She always left exhausted, which helped her sleep and over the last week, it even helped her gain a small appetite as long as she could avoid Brian when dinner time came.
a real workout now,” Alex grumbled as he
stay and watch.” Her foot slipped as she tried to get his attention and she tumbled into him. Thankfully, he opened his arms to help brace her, but she found her face against his chest, only separated from his skin by a thin tank. His muscles were warm and as she pushed away to right herself, she missed it. Why did she miss something so simple as a hug? Even as messy and uncomfortable as that one had been. She didn’t really miss the hug. She missed James. And feeling safe. No part of her was afraid of Alex. He was an asshole, sure, but he didn’t have that same fire in his eyes that Brian often had. A hard edge like
left feet or what? And why do you want to watch other people
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