The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Leia Welsh

"Warren," I blurt out, my voice wavering slightly as I try to get his attention. His brows furrow in concern, his handsome face a mix of worry and confusion.

I quickly plaster on a smile, trying to ease his concern.

"I have something to tell you," I confess, watching as his eyebrow quirks up in curiosity.

His piercing blue eyes meet mine, causing a jolt of nerves to shoot through me. I can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest as I try to gather my thoughts.

It's selfish of me to want to spend time with him, especially when he confessed to me. It's unfair to both of us.

On the other side of the lake, near the cascading waterfall, Tim and Rocky engage in a fierce struggle, attempting to drown each other. Ant and Athena are also bickering while splashing each other with water.

"I... I don't think I want us to be just Coach and Athlete," I confess, my words coming out in a jumble as I nervously chew on my lip.

A very attractive grin spreads across his face, making my anxiety shoot through the roof.

"That's why..." I start to explain, but his hands tighten their grip on my waist, causing me to gulp anxiously.

His touch sends a shiver down my spine, making me feel both nervous and conflicted. "I think we should...." His grip tightens even more, although it doesn't physically hurt me, it's like a silent warning.

I shift my gaze to the blue water surrounding us, feeling a mix of nerves and regret swirling inside me like a storm.

The water looks so calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart.

I don't want to end things, but I know I have to. It's like ripping off a band-aid, painful but necessary.

"Leia, spit it out, what're you trying to say?" His tone is so cold, it sends my heart racing, almost like it's pounding in my ears. I can feel the tension between us thickening, making it hard to breathe.

"We've already been through it all. Strangers. Friends. Coach and athlete. So maybe it's time we go back to our own lives," I say, fully aware that he'll always be the player he is, and I'll always be the girl who's caught feelings for him. I have feelings for him, and it's tearing me apart inside.

"How can you say that so easily?" He questions, his expression filled with hurt, his eyes searching mine for answers.

I furrow my brows in response, mirroring his pain, because saying that wasn't an easy feat for me. It feels like I'm ripping my own heart out, but it's something that needs to be done.

"How can you say you want us to be strangers after everything?" He questions, causing my gaze to drift towards the water surrounding us.

Ant, Tim, Rocky, and Athena continue to frolic in the lake, their laughter echoing in the air, completely oblivious to us. I can't help but envy their carefree happiness at this moment.

"That's not what I meant, I never said strangers," I retort sharply.

But I know deep down that his interpretation is not far off from the truth. He responds with a chilling laugh that sends shivers down my spine, the sound echoing in the quiet surroundings.

"Fuck, my bad, you only meant, we should go back to our own fucking lives," He states, his words dripping with coldness that cuts through me like a knife.

A pang of pain shoots through my chest, and I can feel my walls crumbling under the weight of his indifference.

"Both of us know this isn't just a Coach and Athlete relationship," I begin, my voice steady but laced with emotion.

I can see his eyebrows furrow even more, a sign that he knows I'm right. "If we continue, we'll only lead each other on," I conclude, my eyes locked onto his intense blue gaze.

Our eyes lock, a silent standoff between us. He pulls me closer, his face contorted with anger. His hands grip my ass, sending a rush of adrenaline through me.

My heart races, the heat of the moment rising within me.

I gulp, unable to tear my gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. His wet black hair falls in disarray over his forehead, adding to his intense look.

It should scare me, but instead, it sends delicious shivers down my spine.

Without hesitation, my arms instinctively find their way to his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his waist. His gaze remains unwavering, his eyes boring into mine. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the sudden closeness between us.

"This is exactly what I mean," I whisper defiantly, meeting his gaze head-on.

The butterflies in my stomach go wild as his fingers trail gently over my ass beneath the water. The tension between us crackles with a strange energy, both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

I quickly look at Rocky, who's playfully splashing water on Tim and Athena, blissfully unaware of the awkwardness between Warren and me.

Out of nowhere, Warren passionately kisses me, his lips meeting mine with force, yet somehow in the nicest way possible, as if they were meant only for mine.

I shut my eyes, feeling his tongue skillfully explore my mouth. His taste is unlike anything I've ever experienced before, almost like a dangerous yet irresistible substance that leaves me craving for more. The way he kisses me is like a forbidden fruit, and I can't help but indulge. His hands are firm on my waist, pulling me closer as if he wants to devour me whole.

His lips against mine feel incredible, igniting a burning sensation that consumes me.

Despite the warning bells ringing in my head, my body instinctively responds, reciprocating his kiss. A soft, breathy moan escapes my lips as he withdraws his mouth from mine, leaving me wanting more.

As I flutter my eyes open, the world seems hazy, as if I'm under the influence of that intoxicating kiss. My vision is blurred, but his face remains crystal clear, as if we're the only two people in the world.

I resist the urge to look away, captivated by his presence. My heart races with every stolen glance, his gorgeous eyes lingering on my lips before wandering down to my ample chest. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I meet his gaze.

"Please, just stop proving me right," I whisper, my voice barely audible. He smirks, his face relaxing into a look that hints at a desire he's held onto for too long - a desire to kiss me.

It's becoming almost unbearable to resist him. I feel myself being pulled towards him like a magnet. I crave more from him, and I've allowed myself to have expectations.

I yearn for him to offer me something he hasn't given to any other woman, but deep down, I know it's unlikely.

After all, he's Kohl Warren.

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