The Coach's Daughter

The Coach's Daughter

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"If I give you my hand to help you up, will I end up like your brother?" He debated scrunching his eyebrows together while his stormy eyes analyzed my face. "I don't know Grey Eyes? I guess you will have to put some trust in me," I coaxed, placing my hand out up in the air as I leaned all my support onto my left arm. "You are very interesting Green Eyes," he countered back. He slowly interlocked our hands and pulled me up out of the pool so that we were standing inches apart from each other causing my breath to hitch in my throat. The Michigan football shirt clung to my body as water dripped off of me everywhere. I felt his minty breath against my neck causing goosebumps to skitter across my spine while his rough football hand sent a burn throughout me igniting my whole body ablaze. Those damn stormy grey eyes kept me locked into a staring battle I knew I already lost. I was fully submerged and I was terrified. Boys never made me terrified. _____________________________ Adeline Kavanaugh was the new girl at ClearWater High School. Greyson Leblanc was the star QB. What will happen when the star quarterback realizes he has his eyes set on the coach's daughter?
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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