"So, you're my coach?" I smirked. Her lips quivered, she gulped.
"Mr Nightingale. I'm sorry. It was a mistake," she responded briskly.
"Okay, I'm lost," Nate added.
"Excuse us," I said. My gaze fixed on her.
"Did she do something wrong? Like we could drop her and get another coach," Nate offered.
"Please, don't fire me. I didn't mean to—"
"It's enough. Excuse us Nate."
Nate gave me a once-over and left the room with Andrew. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking—" she tried to explain.
I claimed her lips. The softness enveloped me as I sucked on them. "What are you doing? I'm trying to apologise here. I need this job and I'm good at it," she blurted.
"Sure you are. I just want to know. Did you like it?" She didn't respond but her red cheeks gave her answers away. "Was it really a mistake when you let me kiss you twice? Or when you moaned?"
"It doesn't matter. It's wrong. I am a professional coach and will have nothing to do with my client," she replied and I chuckled. I grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall.
"So, you're saying, you wouldn't want to be fucked by me." Her breath hitched. My heart fluttered when the mild scent of her perfume pricked my nose. I wanted more. I wanted to bend her over on the hospital bed and have her over and over again, till all she remembers was my name. "If my mouth on your lips can make you moan, imagine what else I could do to you."
She bit her lower lips and shook her head. "Get off me. Am I getting the job or not?"
"Playing hard to get. I like that," I said. She rolled her eyes. "Anyways. Yes, the job is sealed." The more she pushed me away, the more I craved her. A knock on the jolted me to reality.
"I got a message that some reporters are in the building. We have to leave now," Nate informed. I nodded.
"See you soon, Miss Lot." I winked at her but she stormed out without a word.
Nate took me home while I ordered Andrew to take Caramel. Out the hospital building, paparazzi had already arrived with their cameras and mic set. We manoeuvred our way through the mini crowd.
My phone rang. "Mom?" I answered.
"Oh my baby. I've been trying to reach you. I'm coming," she replied. I sensed the tension in her voice.
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm coming home."
I couldn't wait to be on my bed, it had been a stressful day and I needed some good night sleep. Yet my mind kept going back to Caramel. Her wide hips and perky breasts. The way her breath hitched and her soft moan. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to make her scream my name.
"Oh oh," my mother exclaimed.
"What's that?"
"Can you go home now?"
"Mom? What does that even mean? I am tired and in pains. Why shouldn't I go home?" I spat. Nate gave me a side-eye.
"Your father and his young wife is at home," she squeaked.
"What?" I snapped. I twisted to adjust on my seat and instantly regretted it when a sharp pain reminded me of my wounds. I groaned. "Come on, mom. Why did you let them inside my house?"
"He's still your father," she defended. I opened my mouth to yell at her but decided against it. It was of no use. That motherfucker wanted to reap where he didn't sow and I was sure his golddigger of a wife put him up to this.
"You know what? I don't give a shit. I won't avoid my home because of some sicko. I'm going home." Nate pulled up to my entrance. "Actually, I am home." She gasped.
"Don't say anything mean, Blaze. I'll be there soon." She hung the line and I sighed.
"What's up, bro? You good?" Nate asked. He was more than my manager but a loyal friend. Though, we never showed that much in public. It was strictly professional.
"Yeah. My dad came visiting. With his little slut," I replied.
"Damn."
"Yeah. Apart from the pain in my ribs, I'm good."
He chuckled. "I wish I could stay but I left this girl in my room."
"Sweet. Go smash some ass. Don't worry about me."
We both laughed. I alighted from the car and leapt into my double decked duplex. My eyes scoured the room as I prayed not to catch sight of my father or his wife.
Climbing the staircase was pure torture as each step I made, strained my leg muscles and shot pain to my wounded side. From the corner of my eye, I saw a figure, peering at me. I spun to see her.
I could recognise her face but I couldn't place a finger on where. "Do I know you?" I asked. My brain raking to remember her. Then it struck me. She was one of my fans. And I slept with her. Two times in one night. A smirk appeared on my lips. I didn't know how she got access to my home but the skimpy nightgown she wore aroused me. "It's Stephanie. Right?"
"You remembered?" She said, her voice dripped of seduction. She catwalked toward me and my eyes found the fullness of her breasts and her hard nipples sticking out of the dress.
"Eh, what are you doing in my house? Who let you in?"
"Blaze," a familiar voice called me from behind. I twisted my head to see him. My father. The one who deserted me. I scowled. "Nice to see you again son." He strode to give me a hug but I took a step back.
He halted and moved to Stephanie. Shit, no way. It clicked in my mind. "I see you've met my wife. Stephanie."
My eye shone. "Your wife?" The one I fucked. Stephanie winked at me and licked her lips.
I felt embarrassed as Blaze got to know that I was his new coach, without me telling him myself. It was going to seem as if I intentionally did all that with him, because I was interested in him.He must have thought that I enjoyed it and that is the reason I didn’t reveal who I am to him. While in his car, driven by his driver, I wasn’t comfortable, because we were not in that relationship for this and his driver seemed to be stealing glances at me.“I would love it if you stop staring at me and concentrate on driving, to avoid an accident.” I said, trying not to sound harsh or frustrated.“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m just curious. For my boss not to be going home with you, did you offend him? My boss doesn’t get angry, easily. It would be best if you tread on paths, carefully, when it comes to him.” His driver said as he took his eyes off me.“You are rude. One more word from you and I will leave this car.” I said, with gritted teeth.“I’m sorry, ma’am.”The driver probably knew that his
I looked from Stephanie to my Father and felt a little anger rising. "Blaze." My Father called rising to his feet and staring at me like he couldn't imagine he was really seeing me."So, I take it, she's your new wife?" I asked and he looked at Stephanie and nodded.Stephanie rose to her feet looking at me with a smile. To my father, it probably looked like she was trying to look nice but I knew what that smile meant. It was a smile of recognition. She probably felt it was interesting to find out I was her husband's son."Stephanie, meet Blaze, my son. Blaze meet Stephanie." He said but I didn't need that introduction, not because I already knew Stephanie but because I couldn't take my anger anymore.What was he doing here? After all these years? Because I was famous? He didn't know what he was in for."Stephanie, right. She's the lady you left mom for. She was so worth it that you made a child fatherless, she was so pretty that you gave your family sleepless nights. She was so good
I was filled with horror as I wondered why the door was left open. I rushed inside to check on Lucas and with relief, washing through my body, he was sleeping soundly.Then I must have not locked the door as I ought to, since my mind was on what Mr. Nate had to say. I gave myself a knock on my head, because that was a mistake which could end up costing a life.And I wouldn’t be able to bear Lucas, missing. He was one of the reasons I stayed alive when everything was rough for me.Then I went back to my room, had a shower and then slept off immediately I got to the bed. I must have been really stressed and the water which calmed my tensed bones had helped me to sleep soundly.The next day, I woke up, ready to take on the day and prove to Blaze, how professional I can be and I wasn’t going to allow him, sweep me off my feet. There was no time for such.I got ready and then went to the sitting room and met my brother, watching TV while he got ready for school.“You are aware that this i
We looked at the door with her eyes still open wide. Then I regained my composure and sat up. The footsteps didn't stop, they only got louder and I looked at Stephanie who's mouth was slightly open as she looked at me. "Under the bed." I said because that was what she should have done the moment she heard the footsteps instead of staring at me. Then I heard a knock as Stephanie swung her feet down from the bed. I immediately put on my trousers and wiped off the sweat that had formed on my face and body. I watched as Stephanie went underneath the bed completely then went to the door. The knock came again and I opened it. It was my mother. "Blaze. Are you okay?" She asked in concern. "I'm fine Mum, just... Just tell him to get out. Tell him to leave. I don't want to see him tomorrow morning." I said and she sighed. "Blaze. I know you're very angry and frustrated but you should hear him out. He's still your father." She said looking at me with her troubled eyes. "I already did t
Mr. Nate was glad to hear that I had changed my mind."So, it would be nice if we give him a heads up, tonight. Not like I am in a hurry, or sort, but it is best, this way." "I understand. I'll be expecting his reply from you, then.""Yeah, I'll call him right now."A few minutes later, Mr. Nate's call came in and I wondered what could have been Blaze's reply."Well, I have been trying to reach him, but he is not picking up. Maybe tomorrow, we'll sort this out.""Uhm... Can you send me the address, at least?" I asked, hoping to get a view of the house I'll be staying at, with him."Oh, sure!"Not long after we ended the call, I got a text from him and I checked the text. It was Blaze's address. I got up and then went out, heading towards the street, which was a bit far from mine.As I got to Blaze's street, I began to check the house number, but I didn't need to do that for long as I saw Blaze, coming out of the mansion and then he entered his car. He looked angry and i was curious a
BLAZE It felt so nice, seeing the shocked face on my father and his whore, whom he called a wife. “What do you mean? Live in your house? Is she your girlfriend?” My father asked, out of curiosity.“That is none of your business, old man. Tomorrow morning, I want you out of here, or, I will do the unspeakable.” I threatened, with an angry expression.Then I turned to Caramel.“So, I’ll be expecting you, tomorrow.” I said, with a smile on my face and escorted her out.“What just happened in there?” She asked, with curiosity and concern, written all over her face.“Well, I thought you were my coach. My personal life shouldn’t be discussed, isn’t it?”“Of course, until you dragged me into it. Shouldn’t I understand a little of what happened, back there? What if I was confronted, outside?” She asked, looking really concerned.“Then you can tell him who you are to me. But this night, I demanded that you shouldn’t speak a word. Want me to drop you off, or you will ta
CARAMELImmediately I got home, I sat down with my brother, Lucas, to discuss my plans to move in with Blaze. “So, what’s the reason you woke me up for?” He asked me as he rubbed his eyes and then yawned.“Well, I have something to say.”“Which is?” he said, impatiently.“I’ll be moving to Blaze’s house, to coach him until he wins his third championship.” I said, hoping he was going to be fine with it.“Whoa! You mean Blaze Nightingale?” Lucas held a look of surprise as I told him that I would be living with Blaze as his tennis coach until he wins the championship and it made me feel relieved that he could actually not mind that.He had always been supportive of my dreams, and he understood my passion for coaching, when I wasn’t able to become a tennis player, myself. “Yes.” I responded, with a smile.“Whoa! That’s cool. There’s no problem with that! This is just the beginning of a good life. I assure you, I will take good care of myself. Just focus on helpin
BLAZEIt was such a nice time, training with Caramel and I could tell that she was a good coach. It wasn’t going to be bad if I got down with a coach as good as her.“You’re bleeding.” She said, with her eyes, almost bulging out of her socket.“Oh, jeez. I must have overworked that part.” I said as I stood up.“Alright, I think you have to call your home doctor. I am not certain that you have called him, since then.”“Been busy.” He said as he picked up his phone. “But now, I’m doing that. Your wish is my command.” I winked at her.Women always fell for my winks, and I was certain that her heart must have been wavering at that moment. I called my home doctor and in about fifteen minutes, he had arrived.As I sat down with my home doctor, he examined the stab wound on my abdomen, checking for any signs of infection or swelling. To my relief, he declared that it was healing well and that I could resume my training, but not the intense kind.“But I will advise that