"Mr Nightingale, tell us. How do you feel winning the championship for the second time in a row?" A blonde-haired reporter asked. She pushed up her boobs until her exposed cleavage spilled more than necessary. I winked at her and she turned red.
"I feel awesome and I'm going for the next championship, making jt three in a row," I answered, intentionally trying to sound corny. A guy like me loved the attention, from the media, from fellow players and especially the ladies.
The reporter rallied more questions to me which I answered with pride. Flaunting my success to whoever cared to listen. I did it. I got here. Despite the bullies who made me feel like crap or my father who deserted me and even my mother's lack of support.
I whirled to enter my white limousine when the reporter slipped a paper into my hands. Her phone number. I smiled at her and licked her lower lip. Motioning her to come over to my car window, I whispered, "I'll send a car to pick you up. You'll warm my bed tonight, sweet blonde."
"I'm all yours, Mr Nightingale." She giggled.
Getting to my mansion, I found my mother in the living room, yelling at someone over the phone. "No, Stroud. We don't want to ever see you," my mother snapped.
My heart stopped when I heard my father's name. I halted and strode toward her. She spun to see me and jerked. "Goodness, Blaze. You scared me."
"Who's on the phone?" I barked.
"It's no one."
I sniffed it from her quick response. She was hiding him from me, probably afraid of my response to the situation. "Is it the Stroud, I know?" A smirk was drawn on my face. My mother's breath hitched. She knew. I only smirked when I was ready to do something mischievous.
She stepped back. "What are you going to do with him?"
"First, what does he want?"
My brain replayed images of him tossing my mother and I in the streets because he married a younger woman. It was the biggest news in my school then. Bullies surrounded me like prey and my mother added pressure to me to excel in my studies. Unfortunately, I had dyslexia and disappointed her. All because of one man. I growled.
"He is still your father, Blaze," my mother spat.
"Give me the phone, mom," I requested with an outstretched hand.
"Blaze?"
"Just give me the phone." My grin grew wider. "You said he's my father. Let me say hi."
Her hand trembled as she gave me her phone. I cleared my throat and answered. "Long time, old man."
"Blaze," my father called, his voice low.
Good. He should fear me. "What do we owe this sudden call? I suppose you've seen the news about me. Now, you remembered you have a child. A family, right?" I snarled.
"Child. I don't know what came over me."
"Oh save that fucking lie. I am no child."
"Blaze. People make mistakes."
"Of course. But do you know what your mistake almost costed me?" I paced the room, as my temper was on the verge of being lost. I tightened my grip on the phone, controlling my urge to slam it on the wall.
"Forgive me. I am only human," he begged.
"Fuck that and fuck you." My breath came as short pants. I shoved the nostalgia flooding my mind behind. "Never call this number again. Or I'll fucking find you and you'll regret ever being my father. We've moved on and I suggest you do the same."
I hung the line, handed the phone to my mother and strode upstairs to my room. My mother called out to me but I ignored her. Unable to hear her or understand the words she said.
Inside my room, I leaned on my door and slipped on the floor. My head was spinning and I couldn't control my fast breaths. I hated him. I hated all I went through because he wasn't present. I don't need him. And I never will.
Taking out my phone, I called the hot news reporter and asked her to meet up with me at the elite club in the city. I needed to relax and the only way to do so was to get drunk and smash some cheeks.
She agreed as I knew she would. Women never resisted me. Whether she came for my looks, talent or money, it didn't matter to me. I didn't care about falling in love, that was far-fetched for me. Sex and lust were enough.
Quickly, I changed into more comfortable clothes and headed for the club. The fast rap songs boomed from the speakers and it could be heard from a distance.
A chandelier of different colors rotated, giving the perfect ambience for sensual feelings. I took a seat at the bar and waited for my lady of the night. I sent my black Maserati to pick her up.
Before I could make an order to the bartender, my phone rang. It was my manager, Nate. "Blaze, a new coach has been found for you," Nate said.
"Do I need one?" I inquired, in sarcasm. As I signalled to the bartender for a bottle of Whisky.
"Pipe down on your ego."
"My coach had a stroke and yet I bagged another championship."
"You still need to learn new skills. Your opponents are constantly improving. This lady, is an amazing coach."
"A Lady?" I snickered. "I'm interested."
"Come on. Cause she's a woman now you want the coach."
"I mean, if she doesn't teach me on the court, my room is open always."
"What's that loud music? No, wait. Never mind. Just called to inform you about the new coach. Talk to you later." He hung up.
I took a sip of my scotch and wrinkled my face. That's the stuff. I didn't pay one-thousand dollars for a drink for nothing. I grunted. Where the fuck is the news lady? I was getting wasted already. My glance surveyed the room for her blonde hair when a body shoved into me. I spilled my drink.
"Asshole. You ruined my dress," a female voice yelled.
I opened my mouth to hail insults on her when our eyes met. I was blown away by her breathtaking beauty. An epitome of beauty. My night was about to be made but I was wrong. Dead wrong.
"You've got it, Caramel. I got you the deal," someone said from behind. I adjusted on my seat and twisted to see my agent, Paul. My lips twitched upward. It can't be what I'm thinking."Don't play with me," I answered, unable to contain my excitement. My wavering voice gave it all away."They accepted you." He slumped into a seat beside me."What? Stop it." I playfully slapped his arm. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I wanted to scream. Finally, just when I was about to give up, I got it. "Who? I don't care but who?""Guess," he teased."Ah, no. I'm terrible at guessing." I swirled the orange juice in my glass."One try."I peered to the ceiling and plunged my mind into thoughts. "The college player. What's her name? Sasha. The one with rich parents who really loves playing tennis but she's just too bad."Paul laughed. "Okay, that was horrible."I sighed. "Come on. This suspense is killing me." Taking a sip of my juice, I waited for his response.He smiled. "Fine. It's Blaze N
Her soft lips enchanted me and I whined when she pulled away. I got lost in her hazel eyes, which glowed under the dimly lit room. I drank her beauty. Her silk silver gown clung to her skin, enhancing her wide hips and the slit on her chest exposed her perky breasts. Damn. Fuck the blonde reporter. I'm having this sexy queen. She wiped her lips, smearing lipgloss all over her mouth. "Gosh. That was not supposed to happen."I was taken aback. Women never refused me. They fell for my charms and fell hard. But her rejection turned me on the more. I loved when ladies played hard to get. The chase made me nuts. "Are you calling me a bad, kisser?" I asked.Her cheeks turned pink as she averted her head. The bartender returned with her order. She took a swig, rumpled her face and let out a sharp breath. "So? Do you like it or what?""You don't get it, do you?" Her gaze met mine. It was innocent and pure. She took two more shots. I couldn't tell if she was trying to wash away our kiss but I
"Sir? My goodness, where did they go?" An advanced man shouted as he ran toward us. I lifted Blaze to my laps and pressed a hand on his wounded side. My hands were covered in blood. Tears rolled down my eyes and I called his name over and over again. All the alcohol in my system seeped away. As each of his answers became more faint than the last."We need to get him to the hospital," I told the man. "Wait, here." He ran back and returned with a yellow Rolls-Royce. Together, we took Blaze to a nearby hospital. The ER personals dashed out with their trollers and carried him off. I ran by his side, holding his hand, until one of the nurses pulled me off."Stay here, ma'am. You can't go in there."I stood motionless, distraught from the world around me as the only sound I could hear were my loud breaths. He was taken into a room with double grey doors and two round transparent glasses. A 'don't disturb' sign hung in red. I paced from one end to another. Hoping and praying that he would b
It all came back to me. She knew. When I kissed her, when she pulled away. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. With her as my coach I had easy access to her anytime I wanted but I never fancied having a fling with my staff. "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. "Wa
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