"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 Nightingale."
My eyes shone as I spurted the juice. It splattered across the table onto Paul. Crap. "Sorry," I apologized, grabbing a napkin and dabbing it on the spill as Paul wiped himself. "Tell me who I am coaching. This is an expensive joke, Paul."
"The fuck. I thought you'll leap from that chair and scream for jou," he commented.
"How would I coach, the Blaze Nightingale?"
"You are good."
"He is Blaze."
"Relax."
"I'm not freaking out." Actually, I was. My brain couldn't register the fact that I would be coaching the fastest-rising tennis player in the country. "It's impossible for him to settle for a person of my calibre."
"About that?" Paul averted his gaze from mine.
"What did you do?" My once-over widened. I knew Paul. He always took drastic measures and sometimes it scared me how far he was willing to go for what he wanted.
"It doesn't matter, what I did. Just utilise this opportunity."
"Paul?" I wasn't comfortable with his response.
"Shhh. We should celebrate. Not just anywhere but the Gran-jelé club. Now you have a celebrity as a client, you should be seen with the elites."
"Gran-jelé is too expensive for me."
"For once, stop overthinking. When you get there, call me. I'll tell someone to let you in. I'll be there later."
I groaned. "Why can't I come when you are there? I don't know anyone."
"Then blend in, Caramel. You're not a child. Start acting like it."
He dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his sunglasses. "Have a lovely evening, beautiful." My cheeks heated up. Paul had been my agent for about a year now and though, our relationship is entirely professional, I secretly wished we could be more. Maybe it's for the best this way.
Time flew by and night arrived. It didn't matter how Paul got the deal. I needed to celebrate, I was currently the coach to Blaze. My heart danced and leaped in my chest. I wore a silk silver gown, with a V-line revealing my cleavage and an exposed back.
Gran-jelé was the talk of the town but I had never set foot in the place until today. My eyes shone as I drank the embodiment of luxury. It smelt rich and the cool air engulfed me like I was royalty. I swayed my hips and danced into the club after getting easy access from the bouncers through Paul's influence.
This was the most expensive club in town. The leather seats reeked of elegance, including the hanging chandelier and especially the people who hung out here. They were way above my class. Yet, here I was. Amongst them. Soon to be like them.
I took a harsh breath and decided to get a drink. Maybe one drink until Paul comes. I knew the price of anything in such a place would be impossible for me to pay. But a shot of tequila would probably cost less.
Striding to the bar, I stumbled on my own two left feet. I cussed. "Shit." A liquid seeped into my dress and the stench found my nostril quickly. "Asshole you ruined my dressed," I barked. Lifting my head, our eyes locked. Blaze Nightingale. My client. I shrieked.
This man was sculpted to resemble angels. Strong muscles bulging from his T-shirt, a square face and dimpled chin. Thinned pink lips and sleek black hair. I gulped. How would I survive coaching such a model? "I'm sorry. I missed my step."
A smirk appeared on his lips, magnifying his beauty. "No worries. We're even. I mean, I did ruin your beautiful dress," he said. I watched his eyes, scan my body. He was checking me out. I hope he likes what he sees. "Maybe I could buy you a drink, if you don't mind." He motioned to the empty seat beside him and I took it.
"A shot of tequila please," I ordered. He shot me a confused look and chuckled.
"What? Are you a kid? Tequila will do nothing more than drinking a glass of juice."
"Well, I don't know much about drinks."
My heart hammered hard. I didn't know if he knew I was his new coach. I couldn't bring myself to tell him just yet. The attention he showered on me was enough to make me numb.
"Don't worry. I'll order something for you." He called the bartender and made my order. "You'll have something sweet to drink tonight. And maybe we could continue the fun together in my room," he whispered. The warmness of his breath tingled my ears.
"What do you mean?"
His grin grew. He pulled my face toward him and claimed my lips. No no, stop it. He's your client. Yet, I couldn't my move. His charms hypnotised me and I froze.
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
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