Summary: Bob and Jillian find themselves together in ways that they never thought they would ever be. Will love be enough to hold them strong, or will it be just enough to break them apart?
Rating: NC-17
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Author's Note: Well guys, this is my first fanfiction about Jillian and Bob! This is the first chapter, it's kind of an introduction, the second chapter will be longer and much more exciting!! Tell me what you think.
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Jillian Michaels POV
December 2011
I pull the covers up over my head as I hear my phone trashing around my night stand, obviously trying to get my attention. It has been ringing off the hook for about a minute now and I haven’t done anything about it, maybe if I just ignore it long enough it will evaporate, but no such luck, as soon as it turns quiet, it starts ringing again.
I roll onto my side and stretch my hand out from under the covers, trying to find the damn phone, but I feel my hand collide with something and a loud crash is heard throughout my bedroom, but I can’t be bothered right now. So when I finally locate my phone I pull it into my hide way under the blanket and look at the screen to see whose calling. I see Bob’s name flash across it and for a second I consider not answering it, but I always can’t resist and press answer.
“What could you possibly want from me at this time of day?” – I whine into my phone.
“What happened to good morning Bob?”
“This wakeup call happened to that.”
I throw the covers away from my head making it easier to breathe.
“Someone’s cranky.” I hear him say and I sigh and sit up in bed, looking out the window to see the sum coming up, bathing the sky in a warm orange tone. L.A. mornings can be beautiful. I look down at my floor to see what I knocked over before and to my annoyance I see my alarm clock looking somewhat abused… Oh well, it isn’t the first time it has taken a beating.
I focus my attention back on Bob; maybe if I get this over quickly I can go back to bed and get a bit more sleep.
“I’ll ask you one last time Bob and then I’m hanging up… What do you want from me?”
“Can’t I just call to say hello?”
“Yes, but it’s too early so I seriously doubt that.”
“You really think I have hidden reasons?” He laughs, trying to sound innocent, but I know him better than that.
“I don’t think, I know you do Roberto!”
“Fine, you got me… I’m in desperate need of your amazing culinary skills today.”
“Why?” – I ask knowing my voice sounds rather skeptical.
“The dinner party of course, you didn’t forget did you? Because you did promise you’d be there and I’ll be very disappointed if a certain gorgeous little trainer doesn’t show up.”
I haven’t forgotten about the party, actually I have been looking forward to it all week. It’d be the first time I’d get to see Bob in almost a month and even though I don’t like admitting it, I have missed him a great deal.
“I’ll be there Bobby, but when you invited me it didn’t involve any cooking as far as I remember.” - At least I’m pretty sure it didn’t. - “Oh, and aren’t you always bragging about you cooking skills? Time to show them!”
“Well, surprise! Now you get to help me set up the whole thing, doesn’t that sound like so much fun? And then I can show you my skills.” I can almost see the smirk on his face and right now I don’t know whether to be charmed or annoyed with him.
“Where’s your housekeeper Bob?”
“I gave her the day off.” He chuckles clearly finding it amusing. I, on the other hand feel like burying my head in my pillow and screaming my lungs out. Only Bob is stupid enough to give his housekeeper the day off when he’s having guests over.
“Well, that was a smart move… A hole!”
“I thought so.” - He laughs and this time I smack my forehead. – “So will I see you at my door step in 30 minutes? – I hear him ask hopefully.
“No.”
“Okay, an hour then?”
I choose to ignore him, throwing the covers away from my body and carefully getting out of bed, heading for my bathroom.
“Jill darling, please just come over…” – I hear him beg and I feel my strength crumble like an old cookie.
“Okay, fine… But you better have breakfast ready for me when I get there!” – I say and snap my phone shut, not even giving him a chance to reply.
