NCCnovel Chapter 867 His Wild Fantasy
Chapter 867 His Wild Fantasy
Villain Ch 867. His Wild Fantasy
'I can't concentrate...' Allen screamed internally, his frustration mounting as he fought to maintain his form. He was in the middle of his cable biceps curls, pulling the cable repeatedly in a steady rhythm. Each contraction of his muscles should have been a source of focus, but his mind was elsewhere.
Gerry wasn't with him, he had stepped out to call his office and arrange a morning meeting, leaving Allen alone with his turbulent thoughts.
No, the reason he wasn't concentrating wasn't because of Sophia and her antics. Though she had certainly been a distraction earlier, his thoughts were now consumed by someone else—Larissa. For reasons he couldn't quite grasp, memories and images of her kept flooding his mind, breaking his focus and disturbing his peace.
He pulled the cable again, feeling the strain in his biceps, but the usual satisfaction wasn't there. Instead, his mind replayed scenes of Larissa. He saw her seductive smile, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she looked at him with sultry eyes.
Every time Allen pulled the cable, his mind betrayed him, conjuring vivid, intrusive images of Larissa. He imagined pulling her hair from behind and taking her in doggy style. The fantasy was intense and relentless, making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on his workout.
He tried to shake off the thoughts, grumbling internally, 'I shouldn't be thinking about that,' but the imagery persisted, stubbornly lodged in his mind.
Despite the turmoil inside his head, Allen somehow managed to maintain a poker face. He knew how to keep his emotions under wraps, especially in public. He knew some people were still watching him, their curious glances adding to the pressure.
Sophia watched from her vantage point on the chest press equipment, keenly aware of Allen's restlessness. Despite his attempts to maintain a poker face, she noticed the subtle signs: the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes kept darting to the lobby where Gerry had gone. It was clear that something was deeply troubling him, and this observation brought a confident smile to her lips.
Determined to keep the upper hand, Sophia decided to put on a performance. She pretended to struggle with the chest press, choosing a weight that wasn't particularly challenging for her but acting as if it were immensely difficult. Mark stood beside her, ready to assist with his professional demeanor.
Sophia gripped the handles, her arms trembling exaggeratedly as she pushed the weight up. She made sure her movements were slow and deliberate, her chest rising and falling dramatically with each effort. Her breath came in short, controlled gasps, each one carefully calculated to sound more like a seductive moan than a genuine exertion.
"Ugh, ah~" she groaned, her voice carrying just the right amount of strain and allure. Her chest heaved with each push, the rise and fall drawing attention to her figure. She opened her lips slightly, letting them part in what she hoped was a sexy, inviting manner. The effect was immediate; she could feel eyes on her, not just from the men but also from the women who frowned in disapproval.
Mark remained focused on his task. "Keep your form steady, Sophia," he instructed, his voice calm and encouraging. He placed his hands lightly on the handles, guiding her movements.
Sophia nodded, maintaining her act. "It's so heavy," she murmured, her voice breathy. "I don't think I can do it."
"You've got this," Mark replied, his tone supportive. "Just one more rep."
"I can't... Ah~" She pushed again, her body arching slightly as she strained against the weight. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, adding to the dramatics. She knew the effect this would have, especially on the men around her. The calculated movements, the sounds, and her expression were all designed to be irresistible.