All Chapters of Don't Stop, Coach Daddy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWOSera’s POVThe weekend rolled over quickly, and spending it with Marcus was even better. We stayed indoors, and he treated me to my favourite dishes, a lot of movie watching and cuddling. He also trained me, and when Monday came around, I felt rejuvenated.“I wish you didn't have to go,” Marcus sighed, kissing my lips. I giggled and kissed him back. “Soo,” I whispered against his lips. “I'll text you.”“You better.”I walked back to campus. This morning, I was lucky enough to not have any classes, unfortunately, the team had a meeting with Agatha.At least that gave me a chance to confront her. Marcus refused to tell me who he spoke to, so I had to still talk to her.Her behavior towards me had to come to an end. It was concerning and infuriating, I thought. I approached the boot camp, shocked when I saw the light on. I was on time, so I wasn't too bothered. “Hey guys,” I greeted my teammates.Romeo and the rest of the team looked at me weirdly. “What's going on?” I

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURSera’s POV “Romeo,” I asked again in shock. He stood there, his face pale as he took me in. “Seraphina,” he started.I raised my hand up, cutting him short. “Save it.” He was standing barefoot in her house, and he thinks he could explain his way out of this? “Romeo, who is there? I heard Coach Agatha ask. He cringed and replied. “It's just Sera, Mummy.”Did my friend just call Agatha ‘Mummy?’“Did you just call her? You know what? Mice,” I shoved past him into Agatha's house. “I cannot believe this.”“I just came here to get her laundry back to her,” Romeo lied. “Honestly, Sera, it's not how it looks.”I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Maybe if you return mine back to me, you'll call me mum too?” I asked with sass, ignoring his crestfallen face. “Where is she?”“The living room,” he pointed. I followed his pointed hand and walked into Agatha's living room. She was sitting on her green couch, wearing a blue nightgown that was see through, her hair in large rollers, a cigar

CHAPTER FIFTY -SIXDylan's POV​I paced my room, angrily staring at the picture on the screen. How dare she talk to me in such a manner?​It was Wednesday, one of the days I was free to stay indoors. The management was working me harder than ever, and I resented the reason why I had taken this deal.​Seraphina​She filled my every thought. It didn't matter who I was with; it didn't matter who I was talking to. I changed my wallpaper to a picture of both of us on our second month anniversary date, when she looked at me like I was the world.​Maybe, I thought, I should call her again.​The call rang and rang, yet there was no answer. After awhile, the only message I got was that the number I was calling did not exist anymore.​She has blocked me.​I needed to talk to her, to taunt her more, and she blocked me.​I tossed my phone across the room. I had to get her out of my mind before she consumed everything.​My phone rang, so I went to where it landed. “Hello?”​“Dylan?” Nao

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHTAGATHA’S POV​Cause Tonight's gonna be a good night. Tonight's gonna be a good night…​The music floated in my house as I dressed up, bobbing my head along to it. I applied my gloss, then straightened my suit. “Alexa,” I called, “turn music off.”​“You look good,” I said, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Many might think I was shallow, but being a woman in esports and being a coach? I had to be cutthroat.​I stepped out of my house. There was a small box in front of my door. “What is this?” I said, bending down to pick it up.​“For Miss Agatha,” was all the note said.​I glanced at my wrist watch. I was meant to talk to the new trainees, but I still had a full hour before I had to see them. I took the box inside, humming beneath my breath.​I grabbed a small blade. Maybe this was a gift from Tylson, I thought. He was so sweet.​I opened the box. “Huh?”​There were no gifts. Just different stacks of envelopes, all properly labeled. I lifted the first

CHAPTER SIXTYDylan's POV​I walked into the training facility alone. Naomi had to go get someone important, and I decided not to wait for her. If I was going to win the next games, I had to practice.​A few guys were playing already. “Annyeonghaseyo,” I greeted.​“Annyeonghaseyo,” they replied. I settled down into the chair and started the game.​“jeo salam-i migug-in-ingayo?” I heard one ask the other if I was the American in their language. I wondered if they knew I could understand, but I ignored them.​“ne, maj-ayo. geuga ije silbeojeudo mos igindago deul-eoss-eoyo,” the second one replied, laughing. “migug-eneun dodaeche eotteon hyeongpyeon-eobsneun chaempieondeul-i issneun geoya?”​My hands fisted into a ball. How dare they call me a trashy champion? Why would they even think that?​“gyesoghaeseo geue daehae iyagihamyeon dangsin-eul bagsalnael geos gat-eun geuleon yuhyeong-ui chaempieon,” I hissed. Their faces twisted into similar shocked expressions.​“Yeah, that's rig