Chapter 5. Blaze

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. "Was it really a mistake when you let me kiss you twice? Or when you moaned?"

"It doesn't matter. It's wrong. I am a professional coach and will have nothing to do with my client," she replied and I chuckled. I grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall. 

"So, you're saying, you wouldn't want to be fucked by me." Her breath hitched. My heart fluttered when the mild scent of her perfume pricked my nose. I wanted more. I wanted to bend her over on the hospital bed and have her over and over again, till all she remembers was my name. "If my mouth on your lips can make you moan, imagine what else I could do to you."

She bit her lower lips and shook her head. "Get off me. Am I getting the job or not?"

"Playing hard to get. I like that," I said. She rolled her eyes. "Anyways. Yes, the job is sealed." The more she pushed me away, the more I craved her. A knock on the jolted me to reality.

"I got a message that some reporters are in the building. We have to leave now," Nate informed. I nodded.

"See you soon, Miss Lot." I winked at her but she stormed out without a word.

Nate took me home while I ordered Andrew to take Caramel. Out the hospital building, paparazzi had already arrived with their cameras and mic set. We manoeuvred our way through the mini crowd.

My phone rang. "Mom?" I answered.

"Oh my baby. I've been trying to reach you. I'm coming," she replied. I sensed the tension in her voice.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm coming home."

I couldn't wait to be on my bed, it had been a stressful day and I needed some good night sleep. Yet my mind kept going back to Caramel. Her wide hips and perky breasts. The way her breath hitched and her soft moan. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to make her scream my name. 

"Oh oh," my mother exclaimed.

"What's that?"

"Can you  go home now?"

"Mom? What does that even mean? I am tired and in pains. Why shouldn't I go home?" I spat. Nate gave me a side-eye. 

"Your father and his young wife is at home," she squeaked. 

"What?" I snapped. I twisted to adjust on my seat and instantly regretted it when a sharp pain reminded me of my wounds. I groaned. "Come on, mom. Why did you let them inside my house?"

"He's still your father," she defended. I opened my mouth to yell at her but decided against it. It was of no use. That motherfucker wanted to reap where he didn't sow and I was sure his golddigger of a wife put him up to this.

"You know what? I don't give a shit. I won't avoid my home because of some sicko. I'm going home." Nate pulled up to my entrance. "Actually, I am home." She gasped.

"Don't say anything mean, Blaze. I'll be there soon." She hung the line and I sighed. 

"What's up, bro? You good?" Nate asked. He was more than my manager but a loyal friend. Though, we never showed that much in public. It was strictly professional.

"Yeah. My dad came visiting. With his little slut," I replied. 

"Damn."

"Yeah. Apart from the pain in my ribs, I'm good."

He chuckled. "I wish I could stay but I left this girl in my room."

"Sweet. Go smash some ass. Don't worry about me."

We both laughed. I alighted from the car and leapt into my double decked duplex. My eyes scoured the room as I prayed not to catch sight of my father or his wife.

Climbing the staircase was pure torture as each step I made, strained my leg muscles and shot pain to my wounded side. From the corner of my eye, I saw a figure, peering at me. I spun to see her. 

I could recognise her face but I couldn't place a finger on where. "Do I know you?" I asked. My brain raking to remember her. Then it struck me. She was one of my fans. And I slept with her. Two times in one night. A smirk appeared on my lips. I didn't know how she got access to my home but the skimpy nightgown she wore aroused me. "It's Stephanie. Right?"

"You remembered?" She said, her voice dripped of seduction. She catwalked toward me and my eyes found the fullness of her breasts and her hard nipples sticking out of the dress.

"Eh, what are you doing in my house? Who let you in?"

"Blaze," a familiar voice called me from behind. I twisted my head to see him. My father. The one who deserted me. I scowled. "Nice to see you again son." He strode to give me a hug but I took a step back.

He halted and moved to Stephanie. Shit, no way. It clicked in my mind. "I see you've met my wife. Stephanie."

My eye shone. "Your wife?" The one I fucked. Stephanie winked at me and licked her lips.