My Sporty Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The flash photographs blinded me with their lights but I didn't care. I worked my ass for ten years to achieve this overnight success. Waving to the crowd, the girls fainted, some screamed their love for me while others threw flowers at me. "Mr Nightingale, tell us. How do you feel winning the championship for the second time in a row?" A blonde-haired reporter asked. She pushed up her boobs until her exposed cleavage spilled more than necessary. I winked at her and she turned red."I feel awesome and I'm going for the next championship, making jt three in a row," I answered, intentionally trying to sound corny. A guy like me loved the attention, from the media, from fellow players and especially the ladies. The reporter rallied more questions to me which I answered with pride. Flaunting my success to whoever cared to listen. I did it. I got here. Despite the bullies who made me feel like crap or my father who deserted me and even my mother's lack of support.I whirled to enter my w

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

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 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

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