LOGINBailey POV3 weeks later.The flight to Atlanta was two hours and fourteen minutes.I know because I counted every one of them.Mark sat beside me in business class, a seat his father had insisted on paying for. His legs stretched out in front of him, earbuds in, head tilted back against the headrest. He was wearing gray sweats and a black hoodie, and he fell asleep twenty minutes after takeoff like he didn't have a care in the world.I didn't sleep.I sat there with my clipboard on my lap, reviewing his race plan for the hundredth time, pretending the warmth of his arm resting an inch from mine wasn't making my skin tingle.This was a work trip.A competition.Nothing more.We landed in Atlanta just after noon. The air hit different the second we stepped outside the terminal. That thick, warm southern heat that wrapped around you like a blanket.Mark grabbed both our bags from the carousel before I could reach for mine."I can carry my own bag," I said."I know you can."He didn't gi
Bailey POVThree weeks into the new program, I noticed something I wasn't prepared for.It wasn't about training. Mark was performing better than ever. His times were dropping, his form was tightening, his confidence on the track was growing into something solid and real.It was about me.It crept in slowly. So slowly that I didn't catch it until it was already buried deep.I started looking forward to our sessions. Not as a coach, not as a professional reviewing a training plan and checking boxes.I looked forward to seeing him.His face, his voice. The way he said "morning, Coach" when he walked onto the track. The way he laughed when I pushed him too hard. The way he looked at me after a good rep, searching for approval, like my opinion was the only one that mattered.I looked forward to all of it.And it terrified me.It hit me on a Wednesday evening. I was at home, sitting on my couch, reviewing his training footage on my laptop. I had been at it for two hours, breaking down his
Bailey POVMark's possessiveness didn't stop after Thursday.If anything, it got quieter but deeper. A hand on the small of my back when nobody was looking. Standing just close enough during water breaks that our shoulders almost touched. Finding excuses to walk past my side of the track when he had no reason to be there.I told myself to shut it down. Told myself to keep the distance I promised I would keep.But every time I opened my mouth to correct him, the words died somewhere between my brain and my lips.So I did the only thing I knew how to do.I buried myself in work.And the universe gave me the perfect reason to.The announcement came during the staff meeting the following Tuesday morning.The USATF Regional Championships were six weeks away. This year, they were being held in Atlanta.Coach Mercer stood at the front of the room, reading through the list of qualifying events, age categories, and entry deadlines. I sat in the back row with my notepad, taking notes, keeping m
Bailey POVDays rolled by after meeting Theodore Kingsley.After being coldly assessed by him, I found myself wanting to prove that he'd made the right call to reinstate me. That meant working hard at the academy and my private sessions with Mark.However, the boy seemed to have other things on his mind.Since that night at his apartment, something had shifted in him. I noticed it the following week at the academy during general practice. Small things at first. The kind of things only someone who was watching him closely would catch.And I was always watching him closely.It started on Monday. I was standing near the water station reviewing my clipboard when Mark walked over from Coach Kennedy's group. He grabbed a cup, filled it, and stood right next to me.Not near me.Next to me.Close enough that his arm brushed mine."You're not in my group," I said without looking up. "Go back to Kennedy.""Just getting water, Coach."He took a slow sip, his body angled toward me, his shoulder
Bailey POVThe week after Lola's interrogation, I buried myself in work.Training sessions with Mark stayed professional. Clean. Disciplined. He followed every instruction, hit every mark, and kept his distance the way I asked him to. No flirting. No lingering touches. No whiskey-fueled kisses on leather couches.We were coach and athlete.Nothing more.At least, that's what it looked like from the outside.On Thursday afternoon, we were at the college track running through a speed endurance session. Mark was on his fifth rep, driving hard through the curve, his form sharper than I had ever seen it.He was improving. Fast. His times were dropping week after week, and the raw talent I always knew was there was finally being shaped into something dangerous.I clicked the stopwatch as he crossed the line."Twenty-two flat," I called out.He jogged back, barely winded."That's a new best," he said."Don't celebrate yet. You've got three more."He grinned and turned back toward the line.T
Bailey POVI woke up on the couch Sunday morning with a headache and the smell of sandalwood on the pillow beneath my head.For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. Then it came back. The whiskey. The movie. The kiss.I sat up quickly, heart pounding, and looked around. I slept over in Mark's house!The apartment was still. His bedroom door was closed. A glass of water and two aspirin sat on the coffee table beside a folded note.~Take these. There's coffee in the kitchen. I kept my promise.My chest did something I didn't want it to do.I took the aspirin, drank the water, slipped on my shoes, and left before he woke up.The drive home was a blur of guilt and confusion and the ghost of his lips still sitting on mine.I showered. Changed. Tried to nap but couldn't settle. My mind kept circling back to the same place. His couch. His mouth. His hand on my face.By evening, I needed a distraction. So I drove to Lola's.It was our thing. Sunday evenings at her place. Bad TV, junk food,
Maya POV."Ohhhh, sweet goodness," I moaned as his big dick entered me, filling up every inch of my vagina.With our bodies joined like this, it felt like heaven.He was still fully clothed, shirt and trousers, but his dick was inside me.Before entering me, he'd said lime: Meaning that the feeling
Maya POV.It was some minutes past 10: 00 when we eventually returned to the house.I came down from the bike and Tyler immediately zoomed off.Smiling smugly, I walk the few steps up to the front porch and turn the key in the lock.Mona gave me her own keys just in case I was late and she had gone
Maya POV. The sun was high in the sky when I stirred awake the next morning. I couldn't tell what time it was, but I suspected I'd slept in longer than I usually did. Anyway, today was Sunday so it didn't matter. Sat up in bed and the next thing that came flooding into my mind was what happened
Maya POV.The next morning, I woke up to a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.Yeah, it was that time of the month again.I managed to get up, grab my tampon, and find my way to the bathroom.When I got back, I looked at the time. It was 5a.m. Today was Monday, a school day and I had about an hour befo







