Part 1

 Vivan screwed his eyes to check out the girl in yellow tee who had just entered the gym. Lovely view he commented inwardly as he sidled up to the girl wearing his famous “irresistible “ smile…Hi I am Vivan I am the trainer here. The girl turned around and checked him out discreetly before fluttering her eyelashes in a Disney princess pattern and saying “I am Shyra …and I have heard so much about you…I really need to work out on my calf muscles …hope you will help me” she continued thrusting her immaculately waxed leg in full view of Vivan. She is too desperate and too easy thought Vivan not that this isn’t a good distraction…usually neighbourhood aunties come in to train at this time. Thankfully I can give my overtaxed eyes some rest by staring at this pretty little thing. The scenario wasn’t anything new for Vivan who was a fresh graduate, gym trainer and a confirmed narcissist (not necessarily in that order). Every week some or the other “pretty little thing” caught his interest and it was usually a quick journey from the gym to the coffee shop to either of their bedrooms and then boredom. Vivan had been in 12 relationships in the last 1.5 years that he worked at the “Glamor Gym” and he was openly unapologetic about his reputation as a “stud”.