The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Leia Welsh

As we finally make it to the majestic Rocky Mountains, I can't help but admire the breathtaking view. The mountains tower above us, their peaks reaching towards the sky.

Rocky, of course, can't resist making a joke about how they were named after him. I roll my eyes, but secretly find it funny.

The sun beats down on us, and I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead. Ant and Athena are up ahead, engaged in a heated argument. Athena looks really pissed off, her eyes flashing with anger, while Ant also looks like he's about to explode.

I can't help but wonder if she invited them because she wanted to push Ant's buttons.

Meanwhile, Tim is walking behind them, completely absorbed in his phone. He's so engrossed in whatever he's doing that he's almost tripped multiple times.

I can't help but laugh at his near misses. It's like he's in his own little world, completely oblivious to everything around him.

Rocky is leading the group, striding confidently ahead. I can't help but wonder if he actually knows where he's going or if we're just wandering aimlessly. But no one seems to question him, so I keep my thoughts to myself.

I catch Tim groaning in frustration as he stumbles once again, only to save himself at the last moment. It's quite the spectacle, really. I guess that makes it seven near disasters for him.

Meanwhile, Warren is trailing right behind me, and it feels like his eyes are glued to my ass. Knowing that guy, he's probably shamelessly checking me out.

Surprisingly, I don't mind one bit - I secretly enjoy the attention.

My ankle twists suddenly and I nearly face-plant into the ground, saved only by Warren and his massive hands on my waist. It's like he was lurking behind me, silently waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in.

His touch sends a shiver down my spine, a tingling sensation. His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone so rugged, his hands calloused but warm against my skin.

"Thanks," I mutter, as his hands retreat from my waist and find solace in his trusty denim blue jeans.

He lets out a dark chuckle from behind me, his tall frame casting a shadow that shields me from the scorching sun.

"Out of all the things I know about you, you're so clumsy it hurts to watch," he remarks, now walking beside me.

I shoot Warren a sly smile, the corners of my lips curling.

"Well, out of all the things I know about you, you're such a playboy, it's excruciating," I retort, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He looks at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but quickly masks it with his usual stoic expression.

Did I go too far with that comment?

We continue strolling behind Tim, who trips for the eighth time. Seriously, does that guy have a personal vendetta against gravity or something? I roll my eyes and shake my head, trying to stifle a laugh at Tim's clumsiness. Warren chuckles softly beside me, his deep voice resonating in the crisp air.

"What can I say? I wasn't exactly a fan of getting too attached before now," Warren says, his tone casual as he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. I raise an eyebrow at his words.

He wasn't a fan of attachment until now? Is he talking about me? The thought sends a wave of tingles down my spine, making my heart flutter in my chest.

"Oh, um.... -"

"Finally!" Rocky interrupts, shouting and wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.