CHAPTER TWENTY

Dom.

I step into my personal home gym, a sanctuary of determination and strength. The room is spacious, filled with an array of gleaming exercise equipment. The focal point is the sturdy workbench positioned in the center, exhaling an air of possibility.

My gaze fixates on the workbench, an embodiment of resilience and transformation. Its robust frame stands in defiant challenge, ready to support my endeavors. The cushioned, black leather surface beckons, promising comfort amidst the forthcoming exertion.

I need to work off some steam. I can lie to Lana and the rest of the world that her rejection of me doesn't sting deeply but I can't lie to myself. Why doesn't she want me? Is there something I'm doing so wrong? Am I so repulsive to her? Why does she insist on not wanting to be with me?