His Private Swim Sessions - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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The Aquatic Center was eerily quiet when I arrived. Vincent Roland was already there, pacing like he'd been waiting forever. With class not starting yet, we were completely alone.
"My little darling," he cooed, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I missed you all day."
I was so drained I could barely keep my eyes open, much less form a response.
When I didn't answer, his smile twisted into something darker.
"Are you playing games with me?" His voice dropped to a growl. "If you think you can—"
The rest of his words blurred as my vision tunneled. The next thing I knew, my knees buckled, and I hit the floor with a sickening thud.
When I came to, I was lying on a narrow bed in some kind of dorm room. Night had fallen outside, and the exhaustion that had weighed me down earlier was gone—replaced by a creeping unease.
Where the hell was I?
I crept through the dim halls, my pulse hammering in my throat. It didn't take long to realize I was still inside the Aquatic Center—but something was off. The lights were all on, casting long shadows.
Then I heard it.
Muffled voices.
The shower room door stood slightly ajar, light spilling out. Two figures were silhouetted against the frosted glass—too close, too intimate.
My stomach lurched.
I edged closer, pushing the door just enough to see inside.
Vincent had Luna trapped against the counter, his hands clawing at her clothes.
"Coach Roland, please—" Her voice cracked. "You can't do this!"
He didn't even flinch. Just kept going, like she wasn't even fighting back.
Tears streaked down her face.
It was like watching my own nightmare replay.
Then he pulled out his phone, angling it toward her, and the truth hit me like a punch to the gut.
She was next.
I wanted to scream. To charge in and rip him off her. But the cold, logical part of my brain knew—even together, we wouldn't stand a chance.
So I pressed my forehead against the doorframe, biting my fist to keep from crying out.
"My little darling," he cooed, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I missed you all day."
I was so drained I could barely keep my eyes open, much less form a response.
When I didn't answer, his smile twisted into something darker.
"Are you playing games with me?" His voice dropped to a growl. "If you think you can—"
The rest of his words blurred as my vision tunneled. The next thing I knew, my knees buckled, and I hit the floor with a sickening thud.
When I came to, I was lying on a narrow bed in some kind of dorm room. Night had fallen outside, and the exhaustion that had weighed me down earlier was gone—replaced by a creeping unease.
Where the hell was I?
I crept through the dim halls, my pulse hammering in my throat. It didn't take long to realize I was still inside the Aquatic Center—but something was off. The lights were all on, casting long shadows.
Then I heard it.
Muffled voices.
The shower room door stood slightly ajar, light spilling out. Two figures were silhouetted against the frosted glass—too close, too intimate.
My stomach lurched.
I edged closer, pushing the door just enough to see inside.
Vincent had Luna trapped against the counter, his hands clawing at her clothes.
"Coach Roland, please—" Her voice cracked. "You can't do this!"
He didn't even flinch. Just kept going, like she wasn't even fighting back.
Tears streaked down her face.
It was like watching my own nightmare replay.
Then he pulled out his phone, angling it toward her, and the truth hit me like a punch to the gut.
She was next.
I wanted to scream. To charge in and rip him off her. But the cold, logical part of my brain knew—even together, we wouldn't stand a chance.
So I pressed my forehead against the doorframe, biting my fist to keep from crying out.
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