This work is purely fictional and a work of my own creation. Any resemblance or similarities to any persons living/dead and or events in real, is purely coincidental. All characters are aged 18 and over.
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I've never truly considered myself a ladies man. Don't get me wrong I was no virgin and was experienced in the art of pleasing a woman. However since my twenty fifth birthday a few weeks ago, the attention and almost luck with woman has been more than ever.
I have been pretty blessed in my life time on earth. As I said I've just turned twenty five, I've looked after my body by eating healthy and regularly going to the gym so I'm in pretty good shape. Managed to get myself a six pack which I'm proud of. I'm just over six foot, one inch in height with short brown hair which is always a faded crew cut and hazel eyes. I can proudly say that my piece is a very decent size as well. I haven't measured it but... ah who am I kidding course I have and hard it measures just over 8inches, which myself nor the girls I've slept with, have any complaints about.
My father helped me land on my feet with a job with his firm when I was just sixteen. It hasn't been easy but over the years I've worked my way to the top. I'm now my father's right hand man. I got a very nice pay package each month and to be honest, I don't actually do that much work now. I'm in the office, maybe once a week only to make sure all the affairs are in order and all the clients are well looked after. This also means I travel as well, going over see to make sure our international affairs and clients are kept happy.
I don't really see my father that much apart from major meetings, new clients or family birthdays. Ever since my mum died when I was fourteen, he became a changed man. Put all his efforts into running the company but he always looked after my brother and I. David, my brother, isn't part of the family company. He didn't want to be part of it. David was always a mummy's boy and being the younger brother I knew he was always favourite. David hasn't done to be for himself either, he's married to his childhood sweetheart, Anna. Only 23 as well, I've heard that Anna is now pregnant so he's gonna be a dad. Bit of a work contrast between us, me the big company man and him working his way up the chefs ladder.
Anyway back to reality and my new apparent allure to woman. Maybe it was that I was naive before but recently I have certainly noticed the lingering eyes of the woman I encounter in my everyday life. I thought to myself that maybe I should start to take advantage of this and enjoy my life that bit more.
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Beep beep beep, my alarm woke me up, I punched it off and lay there for a second.
"What day is it?" I asked myself. I reached over onto my bed side table and grabbed my phone.
"Monday! Great!" I tossed my phone down onto my bed as I continued too lay there. I don't know what I was so bothered about. Mondays to me weren't the same as Mondays to everybody else. I didn't have any work today and the only strenuous activity I have to do is go to the gym, which I've grown to love.
I lay in my bed for a little longer, drifting in and out of a nap. I sort of came too and checked my phone again, half past nine,
"Suppose I better get up."
I stretched out as much as I could and got up. I headed into the bathroom and carried out my usual morning business. Since I was heading to the gym today, I didn't bother with a shower. I just threw on some gym shorts, a loose vest and a hoodie before heading down to my kitchen.
With having some money, I managed to bag myself thee nicest penthouse in the centre of town. It was two stories with the big bedroom and bathroom on the second level and all the other rooms down below. The main reason I went for this place was the view. With the wrap around balcony the view of the city was incredible, worth every cent I paid for it. I grabbed a couple of bananas and a protein shake from the fridge and headed out the door.
I took the lift down to the underground car park, which was full of expensive and classy cars. My pride and joy was a BMW M2, jet black and of course private reg. I just love it and it was the best birthday present from me to me, anyone could ask for.
It doesn't take long to drive to the gym and I was there in about a quarter of an hour. I like hitting the gym at this time on a Monday because it it normally pretty quiet. A few regulars kick about and the usual gym staff are on.
"Hiya Joey! How are things?" Samantha the receptionist smiled at me from behind the welcome desk.
"Ah no complaints Sammy, how was your weekend?" I returned the smile.
"It was ok, my boyfriend took for dinner Friday night but drank all day Saturday with his mates!" She replied, quite visibly annoyed.
"A mixed weekend then? At least he took you out!" I joked
"Yeah I suppose!" She gave out a soft laugh. "Anyway I let you get in there."
"Thanks Sammy!" I smiled as I headed into the locker room.
The locker room was empty as I headed to my normal locker. I stuffed my gear inside and got my headphones out. I always had to gym with music, it helped me keep focus.
I got my headphones connected up to my iPod and headed into the gym. The gym was split into two sections, one for cardio and one for weights, that included free weights and machines. The only cardio I do is a 10 minute run on the treadmill to warm my body up. I come off the treadmill and head through to the other side. There's not many people in today and that suits me perfect. I nod to a couple of the regular guys and smile at a newbie who is getting some technique lessons from one of the PTs.
