Don't Stop, Coach Daddy
“What is it, Seraphina? Last time we saw each other, you made it clear how much you hated me.”
“I need money,” I said, not beating around the bush. Her blonde brow went high on her forehead as she sipped her drink. “I need a lot of it, and fast.”
“Is this about the coach?”
“Is this about the coach?”
What how could she know?
“No, no it isn't—”
“Oh, bloody hell, don't lie to me,” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “You'll just make me not want to help. Plus, everyone has heard what happened to him. Poor Marcus getting knocked out,” she said slyly.
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