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steps up onto the blocks.  His body is long and lithe, and he is wearing a pair of those tight Lycra shorts only professional swimmers can get a way with.  His abs are ripped and he is quite cute, though he looks a few years younger than me.  Probably around twenty, if I had to guess.  One of the girls giggles abruptly and adjusts her bikini top.  He doesn’t take his eyes off the water, though, so she pouts and turns back to her friends and whispers something to them.
    The swimmer dives into the water and surfaces before beginning the freestyle stroke.  As he nears the group of girls, bikini-girl jumps into the water right in front of him, causing him to come to an abrupt stop.  I grin at her shamelessness and climb out of the water, shaking my head.  I wrap my towel around me and make my way into the women’s locker rooms.
    Only, I accidentally end up in the men’s locker rooms instead…

CHAPTER FOUR – BENNY
    Wake up.
    Eat.
    Work.
    Go to the gym.
    Go home.
    Fall asleep.
    Repeat.
    That is my life, has been my life for the past ten years, and will continue to be life for as long as I live in the hell I’m currently in.
    Stepping out of the stall, I turn and grab a towel from the shelf about my head.  The door opens and I turn to glance absently at the person entering.
    She gasps and my eyes widen.  Her eyes dart down to my cock and for a brief moment I debate about whether to cover up or not.
    Lazily, I swing the towel across my lower body and wait for her eyes to find mine.  Slowly, her gaze travels up over my stomach and chest until those deep blue eyes meet mine. 
    She looks familiar, though I can’t place where I’ve seen her.  Even covered in a white gym-issued towel, I can see her body is smokin’.  Her blonde hair is wet and twisted up on her head, and those pouty lips are made for teasing.
    “This is the men’s change room,” I tell her with a smirk.
    “I, uh, I…”  With one last glance down my body, she turns and rushes out of the room.
    After toweling off, I slide back into my black slacks and my white button down shirt, before tossing my gym bag over my shoulder and heading out.
    Outside it’s dark and the night air is thick with humidity. 
    “Where to, sir?” my driver asks me as I close the door on the car.
    “Home.”
    One word.  One thousand thoughts of fucking dread.
    To most, their home is their safe place.  To me, it’s my hell.  I’m married to a woman I despise because I can’t be bothered to fight against the wishes of others.  Don’t get me wrong, I resisted in the beginning, then the consequences of denying my parents and Regina’s parents of their wishes, became a cross I wasn’t prepared to bear. 
    “Thank you.  Have a good night,” I say to my driver as I exit the vehicle.
    Walking inside, I dump my gym bag in the laundry room and make my way to the kitchen.  As usual, the maid has left my dinner in the oven.  I pull out the plate and eat the chicken calzone while standing at the bench.  No need to sit down at the ridiculously oversized dining table Regina picked out.   Rinsing my plate, I pull a beer from the fridge and make my way to my office.
    I have a lot of staff working under me, so there is no need for me to put in the hours I do.  Except if I don’t, it means I have to spend more time with my wife.  That shit isn’t happening, so I work long hours almost everyday.   
    My company, Duncan Realtors, is the number one real estate agency in the state.  For many years we hovered around the number four spot because we specialized purely in commercial real estate.  When I inherited the company from my father, I decided to broaden our horizons.  With a team of dedicated and highly experienced agents handpicked by me, we burst onto the scene with an explosion, and steadily climbed the ranks until we landed the coveted number one spot.  The fact that we have held steady in that position for the past eight months only proves how good we