Caesar "The Emperor" Sota's Dilemma

By Emmmmannie

"Neexxxxxxxxxt!" he yelled from behind the door of his office.

As I stood up, straightening out my dress, all I could think was maybe I was making a mistake coming to Caesar, after all we are to each other. He did know me best.

I tried to walk confidently, my head held high, toward where he was standing. Which was working out great until I tripped over the throw rug that was on floor. I landed right in his arms.

"Wipe that grin off your face," I said. "That could have happened to anyone. You should get someone to tape that thing down."

He was just smiling that 'mister know-it-all smile' he did when he knew he wanted to exasperate me. Before he could close, the door I was headed back out. "This isn't going to work. I don't know why we agreed to do this, honey. I don't want our marriage to turn into professional counselling sessions."

He had me by my arm and was leading me over to his couch. "Emma, when I walked into your gym and you told me that we could work as professionals together, I had a hard time believing it, but it worked out good for us. Now, stop worrying and let me do my job. In here, we are not man and wife or trainer and boxer, but client and therapist. Trust me."

Trust me he said, with that look that melted me the first time I saw him.

"OK, I'll try."

"So what seems to be the problem?" Caesar said.

"Well, you see doctor…" Doctor, I still wasn't used to him being a doctor.

"I have this problem. My husband is resentful, I believe towards me, because I am his personal trainer.

"Oh I see", he replied.

"My sister and I have worked hard with him for the past year getting him ready to fight the fight of his life and all he does is give us grief."

"I got up and began to pace around his office at this point. "Grief, grief, grief! He won't listen, he fights us at every turn in how we feel is best in his training sessions. I mean, we are at our wits ends with him. Does he trust us or not? One moment he says yes, one moment he second guesses us!" With my hands on my hips, now I started to really get into this moment of venting.

"I mean...my sister and I have been training some of the most famous boxers for years."

"Go on. Go on," was all he said as he looked up from his thick notebook.

His hair was pony tailed back with a band, that I fixed for him just this morning. Just a few strands of hair that fell into his face. Right in the middle of my ranting and raving he got up and walked over to his CD player.

"Music is the calmer of all things," he replied back to me.

"When you finish, miss, I will tell you my thoughts on why your husband treats you
and your sister in such a manner. But, please continue."

As he turned to sit down I caught myself watching him walk to his licorice black leather chair. Blinking myself back to where I had left off from. I found myself unable to go on.

"No, no I am finished."

It was funny how still after almost a year of us being together, he still made my knees go weak and my heart race like the first day I saw him. The music he put on was one we had worked out to so many times in the gym, Blue Spanish eyes. The notes filled the room and I could feel myself getting that certain feeling all over.

"As long as you're sure you're done, let me say this." With his head tilted a bit to the side. "You must remember, that a boxer's life is hard one. To be trained is a most difficult thing. You have to be strong and powerful and yet graceful. As sexist as this may sound, women are just not thought of as trainers." His shoulders moved up and down as he spoke.

"What?" I said as I got up from my chair.

"No, no. let me finish."

"You need to give your husband time to adjust to these things. Remember he did
agree to hire you and your sister ultimately. So he does trust you to take him down the path that will be best for his career."

He came over to where I was sitting and crouched down low to the ground and looked at me with those deep brown eyes and continued.

"I am sure, he loves you. I am sure he needs you,'"

He put one hand to his heart and he went on,"he just is a little confused at such a dominant role that his wife has taken on. Give him some time."

He stood up and I found myself even more in love with Caesar than I thought was possible. I smiled that smile that only he could put on my face. When he turned to face me he was smiling too.

"Pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" I said.

"Yeah," I am. I am.

We walked towards each other and he grabbed me around my waist and said, "You thought this wouldn't work."

"What did I know?"

We both were laughing. Blue Spanish Eyes still playing he began to sing to me in my ear. Kissing my neck and holding me close. Finding his way to my to my lips, that were eager for his warm gentle kisses.

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