LOGINBailey POVI avoided him for three days.No sessions. No calls. No texts. I switched my route at the academy so I wouldn't pass the sprint group during general practice. When I saw his name flash on my phone, I let it ring until it stopped.He called four times the first day.Six the second.By the third day, the calls stopped.And somehow, the silence felt worse.I threw myself into work. Wrote training programs I didn't need to write. Reviewed footage of athletes I'd already reviewed. Stayed late organizing equipment that was already organized.Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind off that taste that still sat on my lips like a ghost. Something warm, like coffee, with a sweetness underneath. Honey, maybe. I didn't know. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.Thursday afternoon, I was packing up after general practice when I heard footsteps behind me on the track.Heavy. Fast. Familiar."We need to talk."I closed my eyes."Mark, I told you I needed space.""You've had three da
Bailey POVMonday came too fast.I spent the whole weekend replaying what happened at the pool. His hand on my hip. My breasts against his chest. His dick, hard and thick, pushing against my belly through his shorts. The way he whispered "tell me to let go" like he already knew I didn't want him to.I tried to push it out of my head. Went for a run. Cleaned my apartment. Called Lola about nothing just to hear someone else's voice.None of it worked.By the time I pulled into the college parking lot Monday afternoon, my nerves were shot.Mark was already on the track when I got there. Stretching by the starting blocks, earbuds in, head bobbing slightly to whatever he was listening to.He looked up when he saw me coming.Smiled.Easy. Warm. Like Saturday never happened.That made it worse."Let's go," I said, dropping my bag on the bench. "Sprint drills. Full effort."No hello. No small talk.He pulled his earbuds out and studied me for a second but didn't say anything. Just stood up an
Bailey POVSaturday's session was different.Mark had been pushing hard all week. His muscles were tight, his body was sore, and his hamstring still wasn't fully healed from the strain. He needed a break from the track.So I booked us a lane at the city swimming facility for recovery training. Low impact. Easy on the joints. Good for loosening everything up.I didn't think about what that meant until I was standing in the women's changing room, staring at myself in the mirror.Swimsuit.I was about to be in a swimsuit around Mark.The one-piece was simple. Black. Athletic. Cut high on the legs and low enough at the chest to show the top of my collarbone. It wasn't meant to be sexy.But it hugged every inch of me. My hips looked fuller than I expected. The round shape of my breasts pressed firm against the fabric, lifted and visible in a way my training gear never allowed. My waist curved in tight, my legs stretched long and lean beneath the high cut.I swallowed hard.Too late to chan
Bailey POVTwo Days later.We moved our private sessions to the college track.It made sense. Mark had just started his first semester of college, and his class schedule was packed tight. By the time he finished lectures, driving across town to Lincoln Park would eat up an hour he didn't have. The college track was right there on campus. He could walk out of class and meet me in five minutes.Simple. Practical. Nothing more to it.I arrived early that Thursday afternoon to set up. The track was empty, the sun sitting low and warm in the sky. I parked near the sports building and grabbed my bag from the back seat.I was halfway across the lot when I saw him.Mark was standing near the entrance of the main building, backpack hanging off one shoulder. He was smiling.But not at me.A girl stood in front of him. Short. Pretty. Dark curly hair that bounced when she laughed. She was standing close, too close, her fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie, twisting them slowly while sh
Bailey POVThe next morning, I showed up to our session with one goal.Control.After what happened in the bathtub, I needed to prove something to myself. That one weak moment didn't define me.That I could stand next to this boy and feel nothing.Nothing at all.The first twenty minutes went fine. Short sprints. Quick starts. Full rest between each one. Mark was sharp, focused, hitting his times without me having to push.Then on his sixth run, it happened.He shot off the line, sprinted hard, and then something went wrong. His leg gave out. He stumbled to a stop, grabbing the back of his left thigh with both hands."Stop!" I shouted, already running toward him.He limped to the side of the track, his face tight with pain."What happened?" I asked."My hamstring," he said through his teeth. "It just locked up.""Sit down."He dropped onto the grass and stretched his left leg out. I knelt beside him and pressed my fingers into the back of his thigh, feeling the muscle underneath.It wa
Bailey POVI couldn't think straight all night before our private session, the next day.Every time I closed my eyes, the same images played on repeat. Mark standing in my kitchen doorway, eyes locked on my chest. The way his jaw tightened. The way he stepped closer, voice dropping low, telling me to say stop. The outline stretching hard against his wet joggers as he walked out my door.I buried my face in my pillow and groaned.This had to stop.By the time I got to Lincoln Park the next morning, I had given myself a full lecture in the car mirror, "He's your athlete. He's nineteen. You are his coach. Get it together."It worked for about five minutes.Then he showed up.Gray shorts. Black fitted shirt. Fresh haircut that sharpened his jawline in a way I had no business noticing."Morning, Coach," he said, dropping his bag by the bench."Warm up," I said flatly. "We're doing speed endurance today."He stretched his arms overhead, the shirt lifting slightly, showing a strip of tan gol
Monalisa POV.As I stared wide-eyed at the credit alert on my phone, mixed feelings swirled through my mind.A lot was going through my head and I tried to process how I felt.I was touched that he'd taken the initiative to send me money without my asking. It was such a thoughtful gesture and it wa
Monalisa POV. One minute, we were having a serious discussion, and the next minute, he was asking for sex. But as I knelt here before him, totally naked... I knew one of the reasons he'd tried to recover quickly was so he could make love to me. And to be totally honest, I wanted him too. All th
Monalisa POV. I held my breath, my body going rigid. My fingers grabbed the sheets and squeezed as I waited for him to say what was on his mind. He was quiet for long seconds, looking at me, his gorgeous grey eyes staring hard as though he was conflicted about what he was about to say next. I wa
Monalisa POV.I had no idea what I was smoking, but all I knew was that it felt good.With every drag I take, I feel my chest lighten up, and the sorrow I felt melt away."What's in this shisha?" I ask Lil Cash as I blow out a thick cloud of smoke.A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at my obv







