Chapter 527: Boxing
The rhythmic thud of Gabe’s boxing gloves meeting the punching bag reverberated through the gym, accompanied by the heavy panting of exertion. He was in a mood. And being in a mood meant that the punching bag would have to bear the brunt of it. As he landed another punch on the bag, making it shoot backwards, he sidestepped its retreat and grabbed the bottle of cold water on the side.
The gym was also well maintained. Other than running away with a year’s worth of their profits, he found nothing that would show the manager in a bad light. Everything in the hotel seemed to be working like a well oiler machine. He was grateful for that but also apprehensive. Things that went your way in the beginning teneded to go badly later.
Placing the bottle aside, he went back to hitting the punching bag. That was when he felt someone staring at him. With a frown, he looked around the gym but it was empty. Shaking his head, he called out," Jack. Whats with the ogling? Admiring the view.
His assistant stepped out from behind the door with a grin and leaned against the doorframe," Oh please. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type. My husband is much better looking that your lean self. And I like big muscles on my men."
"Hey! How can you hurt my pride like this? What if I get an inferiority complex? Who will pay for my therapy sessions?"
Jack snorted," The day a Frost would have inferiority complex, the world will probably freeze over. You guys think too much of yourselves to feel inferior to anyone."
"I’ll take that as a compliment, Jack. Thanks."
"See. It wasn;t meant as a compliment. More like a complaint or even fact. But did you realize that? No. You take things as if they are your due."
"Oohh. Jack seems to be in a mood. You had a fight with your husband?"
"No. I didn’t. I’m just... Gabe, you are the one in a mood. Do you not understand what you are doing to yourself? You’ve hardly slept any time and here you are again. And we may be boss and assistant, but you are more than that to me. Don’t you know it?"
Gabe stopped punching the bag and sighed, turning around to look at Jack. The kid looked on the verge of crying. Grabbing the towel, he wiped the sweat off his body and grabbed a tank top from his bag pulling it on a single flick. Before he could say more, however, a loud crashing sound echoed over the place, causing both the men to turn their head to look at the person who caused th mayhem.