Trapped by the devil [4]

"Who was that?"

Diva stretched her arms up and made her shoulders crack. Then, she split her legs straight like a line above the mat as she slowly descended her arms on her knees, and bent her body forward. She easily reached her toes without straining, and her posture showed her curves as the muscles on her bare back and shoulders flexed.

Azrael pocketed his phone as he dismounted from the treadmill. He walked to Diva and kicked her leg slightly, "Hey, get lost. I have a visitor to arrive."

Diva looked up at him, unbothered by the fact that Azrael could easily peek at her cleavage, yet still bent her body backward, and pushed her stomach out, "What? Your f*ck buddy?"