All Chapters of The Assistant Coach: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

As his finger slides inside me, a rush of excitement courses through my body, causing me to cling to the soft, gray silky sheets as if my life depends on it. The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop, except for the sounds escaping my lips. But despite the silence, I can feel and understand everything through his powerful touch. The way his fingers move in and out, a perfect blend of desire and aggression, sends shivers down my spine. And his intense stare, locked onto me with unwavering focus, is fucking mesmerizing. A wave of dizziness washes over me as he adds another finger, making me feel light-headed. I've never experienced this level of intimacy before, but something tells me that no other man could make a woman feel quite like Kohl Warren does. I can't believe my eyes as I see him standing there, casually dropping his boxers to reveal what can only be described as a weapon of mass destruction. It's like a skyscraper in a sea of tiny buildings, standing tall and proud

I can't help but admire the emerald gem in the center of the necklace, it shimmers in the light like Leia's eyes. The way it sparkles brings a smile to my face. Leia left for her parents' house earlier today, leaving me to stare at this precious necklace. I had planned to give it to her on her birthday, but that didn't feel like the right time. I want the moment to be perfect, like in those cheesy romance movies she says she hates watching, but she secretly loves them. So, for now, the necklace will remain tucked away in its velvet-colored box in my dresser. I imagine the look on Leia's face when she finally sees it, and it brings a warmth to my chest that I'm not quite used to. My phone rings, interrupting my moment of peace as I lazily glance over at it. Athena's name flashes on the screen, and I can't help but wonder what drama she's dragging me into this time. With an exaggerated sigh, I reluctantly pick up the phone and press it to my ear, already feeling a headache coming

"Kateb. Put. It. Back." Leia says, her voice cutting through the air like ice. Kateb jumps and quickly places the hockey puck back on the ice, which elicits a chorus of laughter from everyone around us. But not me. No, I'm too busy staring at Leia, my stunning girlfriend. Her curly hair is pulled back into a sleek low ponytail, each bounce of her curls as she skates sending a jolt of electricity through me. She's dressed in a form-fitting black Nike compression shirt and black jeans, accentuating her small waist and curvaceous figure. I can't help but smile as I glide around the cones, marveling at the sight of my girlfriend who looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine. The mere thought of that Henson Parker guy makes my jaw clench in anger. I know Leia claims he doesn't like her, but I'm not buying it. I mean, come on, just look at her. Who wouldn't be drawn to her beauty and charm? My girlfriend is the kindest–"Oww!" I hear Kateb shout as Leia smacks him in the hea

It's been a fabulous week with Warren after he won the finals. He's been crashing in my dorm every night since Ari hasn't been around a lot and because Athena jetted off to some third world country for a small vacation, yes, she took a vacation during the middle of the school year. How she manages to do that is beyond me, but hey, when your family's rolling in dough, perks like that come with the territory. Warren is still a raging horndog. His stay here has left me feeling like I've been hit by a bus, but I can't say I didn't enjoy every minute of it. Tim and Rocky on the other hand have been popping in and out for snacks, leaving me high and dry in the snack department. No more midnight munchies for me. Today, we're all heading to Martha's Diner for a change of scenery. I've picked out the perfect dress for the occasion, but with my body feeling like it's been through a marathon, I'm not sure if I should risk wearing it. Warren's wandering hands might just make a grand entrance

As we pull up the driveway of Warren's childhood home, I can't help but notice how extravagant it looks. I have no idea what his mother does for a living, but it must pay well. The three-story house is painted in a classy beige and white color scheme, with windows that give it an almost regal appearance. The driveway is packed with cars, six in total, and not a single one looks cheap. Even Warren's black G-wagon takes up a lot of space, but there's still room for two more cars. It's basically an eight-car garage, and I can't help but feel a little out of place next to all this luxury. "Don't worry, everyone here is pretty chill, except for the potential showdown between my aunt and mom," Warren says nonchalantly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. He grabs my suitcase from the trunk of his car, and I follow him up the cement path lined with bushes towards the large modern black door. The sound of laughter seeps out from inside, making me a bit nervous. But as if sensing my anxiety, W