All Chapters of The Coach's Forbidden Play: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sage's Pov The morning sun shined brightly against the pavement as I jogged up the path towards the gym, my backpack strapped on my back. I needed some alone time on the court to get more reacquainted, even if it's just for ten minutes.I couldn't sleep the previous night. Sleep came, but the memories of that game tormented me and, strangely the thought of him kept me up.Andrew Jefferson.I'd seen a lot of attractive men in my nineteen years of existence, dated some, ignored most.But there was something about the way he looked at me, like he saw so much potential—not just the girl who almost lost her career because of a selfish move.It wasn't the age that scared me or even that he was my best friend's father, it was the silent pull, the kind that before you notice, it was there.I finally got to the gym. Pushing the door open, I saw that it was empty.Good.The court glowed under the lights, waxed and perfect. I dropped my bag on the bench and walked to the center. I used to be th

Sage's PovThe worse part wasn't how frequently I thought of him.But the fact that it was starting to feel like a normal thing.The way his soothing voice settled in my head, his beautiful eyes and his smile, I found myself reminiscing on such things.And that was what scared me.I was falling too deep and if I don't pull myself out now maybe I never will.I laid on my bed, it was a sunny Saturday and as usual my parents weren't in the country.Pauline begged me to come hang out with her, I didn't want to, but I had to. Since there was no practice today, I had been blowing her off lately and I feel really bad.“Hey girl", Pauline pushed open the door.Speak of the devil.I sat on my bed watching her with a smile as she did a silly dance.I wanted to ask how she got in but I knew better, she was practically family.“Why arent you ready", she stopped dancing and had a serious look on her face.“Ready for", I asked knowing exactly what she was talking about.“Cant you see", she pointed

Andrew POVWithout waiting or even thinking of what next to do, I picked up Sage from the ground, lifting her up in a bridal style as I hurriedly rushed towards where I had parked my car in front of the school. My phone was still buzzing and of course, it was Pauline still calling me. I knew she would be so worried. I just hoped she'd be glad that I found Sage and I was taking her home directly. The only thing I could think about was her. Her knees were still bleeding and I needed to wrap it up. I placed her in the passenger seat and sat in the driver's seat. I felt so frustrated and exhausted. Who could have done something like that? Her words flashed back in my memories again. Somebody had pushed her. Clearly, someone wanted to see her downfall. Why were her fellow students so frustrating? It pissed me off, but I still held it in as she laid there unconscious. She must be so tired, even with my phone still buzzing, and I could see that it was Pauline calling me. I still was not in

Sage's POV The morning light, usually a gentle caress, felt almost accusing as it filtered through my curtains. My leg throbbed a dull ache beneath the bandage, a constant reminder of yesterday's debacle. Still, practice called. I wasn't going to let a little pain keep me off the court, not today. My fingers flew across my phone screen, texting Pauline."Off to practice. Meet you at school?"Her reply was instant, almost eerily so. "Are you sure you can drive with that leg?”I rolled my eyes. Trust Pauline to worry. "Uber it is," I typed back, already opening the app. Within minutes, a car was on its way.The school was a silent, cavernous space when I arrived. The air hung heavy with the faint scent of stale sweat and polished wood. Perfect. Alone time to brush up. I limped onto the court, the rubber sole of my shoe squeaking softly against the polished floor. I tried a simple pivot, a quick jab step, but a sharp pain shot through my calf, and I gasped, leaning heavily on my good le

Andrew's POV The rich scent of brewing coffee was a welcome anchor in the churning sea of my thoughts. I leaned against the cool kitchen counter, the ceramic mug a familiar weight in my hand, but my mind was miles away, replaying the electric charge of last night. Sage. Her name was a silent hum beneath the surface, a startling melody in the quiet morning. I'd almost, almost, kissed her. My daughter's best friend. The realization that there was no sharp sting of guilt surprised me. Instead, a peculiar blend of curiosity and undeniable fascination bubbled up. I knew, with an unsettling clarity, that if Pauline hadn't walked in when she did, that kiss would have happened. I would have kissed my daughter’s best friend.“Good morning, Dad!"Pauline’s bright voice, a splash of sunshine, cut through the quiet hum of my internal debate. I straightened, plastering on a sweet smile. "Morning, sweetheart. How was your night?"She leaned in, her soft cheek brushing mine as I pecked it, a fami