Chapter 11. Blaze

BLAZE

It felt so nice, seeing the shocked face on my father and his whore, whom he called a wife.

“What do you mean? Live in your house? Is she your girlfriend?” My father asked, out of curiosity.

“That is none of your business, old man. Tomorrow morning, I want you out of here, or, I will do the unspeakable.” I threatened, with an angry expression.

Then I turned to Caramel.

“So, I’ll be expecting you, tomorrow.” I said, with a smile on my face and escorted her out.

“What just happened in there?” She asked, with curiosity and concern, written all over her face.

“Well, I thought you were my coach. My personal life shouldn’t be discussed, isn’t it?”

“Of course, until you dragged me into it. Shouldn’t I understand a little of what happened, back there? What if I was confronted, outside?” She asked, looking really concerned.

“Then you can tell him who you are to me. But this night, I demanded that you shouldn’t speak a word. Want me to drop you off, or you will ta