Chapter 948: Deal

Chapter 948: Deal



The late morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tom's indoor gym, as Lucy and Tom stood side by side on a pair of treadmills, both dressed in comfortable

workout gear.

Lucy wore a fitted tank top and leggings that hugged her body, while Tom sported a loose t- shirt and shorts. The air was filled with the soft rhythm of their footfalls as they settled into a steady pace.

"This is nice," Lucy remarked, her voice breathy but cheerful as she glanced at Tom. "I'm glad we finally get to do this."

Tom grinned, his eyes twinkling with a playful challenge. "Are you in for a competition?" he asked, increasing the speed on his treadmill slightly.

Lucy grinned, "As long as you don't plan to cheat as usual, you know I'm always in. What's the prize?"

"As usual. You can ask me for anything..."

"If I win I want to see Dawn," Lucy stated simply.

Tom raised a brow, "I thought you were over that."

"I still want to see her regardless of Kimberly's attitude. So, if I win it will be up to you to arrange the meeting. Make seeing her possible," Lucy said and Tom sighed.

"Alright. When I win..."

"Excuse me? What do you mean 'when I win'?" Lucy asked incredulously and Tom chuckled.

"Because I plan to win," he said and Lucy giggled.

"Sorry, but I don't like your use of when. I said IF not when. Saying when sounds to me like you already plan to cheat," she said and Tom chuckled.

"Why are you nitpicking? Are you scared of losing already?" Tom asked and Lucy rolled her

eyes.

"What do you want IF you win?" Lucy asked and Tom grinned.

"I want us to go to a strip club," he said and her eyes widened in shock. "Thomas Hank!" She exclaimed and he laughed, amused by her reaction.

"Why would you want to go to a strip club?" she asked and he shrugged.

"It's one of my fantasies. Going to a strip club with my lady," Tom said and Lucy's brows pulled together as she thought about it.

"But you've never told me that before. Have you been to a strip club before?" She asked and Tom looked at her with an amused smile.

"Of course," he said and her brows pulled together.

"I've never been to one before and I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about seeing other naked ladies or seeing you look at them," she said with a frown.

"Don't you want to find out?" He asked, and she pursed her lips as she considered it.

"Okay. If you win we will do it. But you will have to promise me that we will leave if I'm not comfortable being there," she said, and Tom gave her a nod.

"Sure. First one to get winded loses," he said and Lucy grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh, you're on. I hope you're ready to eat my dust," Lucy said, and with that, she matched his pace, her feet moving fast as the treadmill sped up.

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, and for the first few minutes, they ran in companionable silence, both focused on their breathing and the steady rhythm of their strides.

The cardio was invigorating, their bodies gradually warming up as they pushed themselves harder. The gym was spacious, and the mirrored walls reflected their determined expressions back at them, each of them stealing glances at the other. Tom would wink at her at intervals and Lucy would giggle and then wink back.

After they had run for a while, Tom couldn't resist throwing a light-hearted jab her way. "You know, Jewel, if you need to take a break, I won't hold it against you. I'd hate for you to overexert yourself."

Lucy shot him a sideways glance, her lips quirking up in a smirk. "I'm just getting started, my love. Don't tell me you're already struggling to keep up?"

Tom laughed, the sound deep and genuine, echoing through the room. "Struggling? Far from it. I'm just giving you a head start, that's all."

The banter continued, their competitive spirits driving them to increase the pace. Beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads, and their breathing grew more labored, but neither was willing to give the other the satisfaction of slowing down first.

Lucy's eyes flicked to Tom's treadmill display. "You know," she panted, her voice light despite the exertion, "I think I'm pulling ahead. Maybe I should slow down so you can catch

up?"

Tom shook his head, a grin plastered across his face. "In your dreams, love."

Minutes turned into an intense cardio duel, the pace quickening as they egged each other on. The room filled with their breathless laughter and the sound of their footsteps pounding the treadmill belts.

Tom stole another glance at Lucy, noticing the determined set of her jaw, the way her ponytail bobbed with each stride and the slight flush of her cheeks. She looked focused, but there was a playful glimmer in her eyes that told him she was enjoying this just as much as he was.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only twenty minutes, Tom felt the burn in his legs intensify. His breathing was ragged, and his heart pounded in his chest. He knew he was close to hitting his limit, but he didn't want to be the first to admit it.

"Okay," he gasped, slowing his pace just slightly, "I'll admit it... you've got stamina, Jewel." Lucy, who was also starting to feel the strain, flashed him a triumphant grin. "Told you... I'm not... an amateur."

But even as she said it, she could feel her legs beginning to wobble, her breath coming in shorter gasps. She glanced at Tom, noting that he too was struggling to maintain his pace.

"How about... we call it... a draw?" she suggested, slowing her treadmill to a brisk walk. "We're both too stubborn... to admit defeat."

"All exercise leaves you breathless," he said and she shook her head. "Walking doesn't," she said and Tom chuckled.

"Didn't you just walk on the treadmill? Why were you breathless?" He asked and she grinned.

"Whatever. I guess kissing is an exercise for the lips," she said as they both floated in the

water enjoying the moment.

After a while, Lucy paddled over to the pool's edge and pulled herself out, droplets of water

glistening on her skin as she sat down, letting her legs dangle in the water. "I should probably start getting ready," she said, thinking about her cooking class.

Tom swam over to join her, resting his arms on the pool's edge and looking up at her with a

small smile. "Yeah, I guess we can't stay here all day," he agreed, though there was a touch of wistfulness in his tone.

Lucy reached down to ruffle his wet hair, her fingers lingering for a moment. "It was fun

working out with you. We should do this more often."

"Definitely," Tom replied, his voice warm and genuine.

Lucy stood up and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack, wrapping it around herself. "So,

what is your plan for the rest of the day?"

"I'm hanging out with Harry," Tom said as he climbed out of the pool, shaking the water

from his hair. "We're going meet up with some friends at the Gentlemen's club, maybe grab a

drink." "Friends? Philip?" Lucy asked curiously.

"No. We have other friends. We don't meet up often 'cause we all don't have the time, but we

do business together," he said and she nodded.

"I see. You will have to give me their details so I invite them to our Christmas ball then," she

said and he smiled.

"I'm sure they will be on the list Harry will be giving you," Tom said and Lucy nodded.

"Sounds good," Lucy said as she gathered her things.

"About the stripping club... can we do it today?" Tom asked as they headed for the door.

"Lucas is coming over, remember?" She said and he nodded.

"Oh, yeah. How about next weekend then?"

"We are traveling for my class reunion," she said and he chuckled.

"Okay. The next weekend..."

"It's Aurora's wedding."

"Shit! Why do we suddenly have so many activities lined up?" Tom said and Lucy giggled.

"We can do it on Sunday after their wedding on Saturday," she said and Tom grinned.

"Deal."

"What about seeing Dawn?" Lucy asked and Tom cocked his head to the side as he thought

about it.

"Give me some time to work it out and I'll get back to you," he said and she nodded.

"Deal."

*****

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