Belle’s POV

I waved goodbye as Minseok walked out of the room we were in, just avoiding Ben who was headed my way. I huffed; holding the door, knowing this was where Ben was headed. He held a clipboard and had quite the stern look on his face.

“Why did you take him on?” He walked in past me. I rolled my eyes, letting the door go, as I grabbed up the yoga mats and began to fold them up. When I didn’t answer him, he huffed. “Belle, seriously…” I tucked the mats into the little cubicles and got the container of Lysol wipes out to wipe off the equipment. Finally, he burst. “Belle!”

I startled dropping the container. “What do you want me to say?” I stood up, throwing my hands into the air. “You were booked, I had an opening. I squeezed him in. You’re welcome. His agency, or whatever the hell, is paying for this, so be fucking thankful,” I assumed he was some kind of model, but he said he only disclosed his agency with the financial department, so that the trainers wouldn’t treat him different. I felt like I had seen him somewhere, but I just couldn’t place it. His smile, I knew I had seen him before.

“You know what I mean,” He rolled his eyes, walking around me. “Are you interested in him?”

“If I am…” I leaned into his face. “It’s none of your business, now is it?” Ben was forever, trying to claim me as his girl, and I was so far from it. “Now, can you go, so I can prepare for my 10:15?” I pointed to the door. “Please…”

He got this angry look on his face, and turned on his heel, storming out of the room, letting the door slam loudly on his way out. I tugged at the ends of my hair, and sat on the bench where Minseok had previously sat. I left a boyfriend like Ben, in New York, and ended up finding a guy like him here. I moved thousands of miles to get away from him, and end up with another version of him.

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I unlocked the door to my condo, waving to my neighbor, and heading inside, kicking off my Nikes at the door, dropping my bag and hitting the voicemail button on my home phone, letting my messages play. 90% of them were work related, cancellations, and so on. The only people who had my home number were my Dad, and work, basically. I had a cell, and I gave that number out to everyone else, or at the very least, the people who deserved to know it.

I sat down at the small island counter, where my phone was, a few feet from the door, and scribbled down all the changes to my schedule. Minseok changed his time from 11AM tomorrow to 9:30, which meant I had to be in earlier, to prepare, which was fine, I was usually in atleast an hour earlier to warm up and tidy my room up. Dad called, confirming he was available for dinner Thursday night, and would send the car to pick me up, as usual.

I rarely saw my Dad when I was growing up, because my Mom and him split when I was 2, but I always seen pictures, I spent summers here as a child, all that coming to an end when I was in high school, with work, and training and sports. Dad was always busy with his work, and the company he helped create. He always loved music, and was part of a music group in his youth, and with a small loan that was now paid off, he created one of the biggest entertainment companies in Korea. I got weekly phone calls from him, and once he figured out how to Skype, we did that on a daily basis. My Dad and I always had a great relationship, and my Mom never stood in the way.

She ended up remarrying, just shortly before I moved here, to a lawyer, Richard Goldman, and I inherited a step-sister, Katrina, who was an aspiring dancer, and model. She was a sweet girl, definitely used her looks more than necessary. Mom, who was a model back in the 80’s was featured in a lot of music videos for all the hair bands. She was in a few Motley Crue videos, and a couple Warrant, and her appearing in a Whitesnake music video, was where she met her first husband, bassist Marco Mendoza, her 3-year marriage to him, produced my older brother, Dominic Mendoza. He was born in 85, and I was born in 91. They had a nasty divorce, and fought over custody of Dominic for years, with my Mom winning, because of his drug problems, and tax evasion.

Dominic never really gets to see his Dad, not that Mom stands in the way, because he’s 27 now, but mainly because Marco lives in England, is remarried, with other kids, and refuses to acknowledge Dominic as his own. So when my Dad and Mom got together, Dad adopted Dominic, and even now, long after they split, they still keep in contact with each other.

Dominic moved out to LA, to further his career, in motocross racing, he is a phenomenal biker. Ive been at a few of his races, and the control he has is just amazing. He is going to be appearing at the X-games this summer, and I’ve promised to go and see him.

Now that I’ve moved to Korea, Dominic and I try to Skype, but with us being in two different time zones, it’s so hard to coordinate, with me being 14 hours ahead of him, but we make do.

After a quick look through my e-mails, and a catch up of the K-Drama I’ve been watching, I soaked in a hot tub, made a cup of tea, and headed for my bed. As a trainer, I advise all of my clients to get a good nights rest. I was in bed by 930pm, and up by 6:30, to get my workout in, before I start with everyone else. My mornings were hella important, considering I spend my days catering to other peoples physical needs.

I had Minseok booked in for a light yoga session, considering I pushed him hard today, but I may make him run laps outside. He claims he’s a dancer, I was ready to test his stamina.

Notes

Hey! How is everyone? I had tonnes of editing to catch up on. And I'm hoping to upload the next chapter today or tomorrow.

I do appreciate feedback, hopefully everyone is enjoying it so far.