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,
Monalisa POV. A week rolled by as I settled down in Vegas. It was downright hectic. Over the couple of days, Maya kept trying to contact me with strange numbers. Whenever I took the call and heard her voice, I immediately ended it, not giving her time to speak. Then that number too was put on b
Monalisa POV.Ethan took me to a club in the area.The place seemed to be teeming with a lot of bars, lounges, restaurants, Casinos, and Hotels.We walked into the club and immediately my brows shot up.I'd never been to a club before, this was my first time.I didn't know what to expect, but the p
Monalisa POV. Awesome! I was having a great night. Ethan took me to a nice bar in the heart of the city. One of the Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, MGM Resorts. We stayed in their BetMGM Sportsbook and lounge. It was a beautiful place. Not too luxurious and not too small-scale. Right in the
Monalisa POV."Wake up, beautiful," the deep male voice said touching my face.Feeling weak and dizzy, I managed to open my eyes and saw that we were standing outside the club.My eyes traveled to the face of the person talking to me and I saw it was Greg.I was reclining in his arms as he supporte







