His Private Swim Sessions - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The relentless knocking escalated into violent pounding, each thunderous blow rattling the door in its frame.
"Coach! Open up! I need to talk to you—now!"
Vincent Roland let out a string of curses under his breath before finally dragging himself up to get dressed.
"Get your things," he snapped. "We're done here. It's late—go home."
He lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his cold expression. Just when I thought there might be a flicker of guilt, he leaned in so close I could smell the smoke on his breath.
"Listen to me very carefully," he murmured, his voice dripping with menace. "If you even think about going to the police—or telling anyone—those videos we just made? They'll be all over the internet before you can blink."
A cruel smirk twisted his lips, and my blood turned to ice.
I could feel every hair on my body stand on end, sweat beading on my skin despite the chill in the air.
Vincent Roland—the golden boy of the swim team, the instructor with the perfect smile—was nothing but a monster in disguise.
Numbly, I nodded. What choice did I have? If those videos got out, my life would be over.
Vincent finished buttoning his shirt while I stayed curled in the corner, shaking.
"Oh, and one more thing," he added, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "You'll keep coming to class. But since you've got potential, you'll be my assistant now. Don't worry—I'll make sure you're compensated."
He flung my clothes at me.
"Remember what I said. Play by my rules, and you won't get hurt. But if you cross me?" He gave a careless shrug. "Well… let's just say I don't make promises I can't keep."
Then he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and played one of the videos right in front of me.
My stomach lurched. I nodded again, my vision swimming.
Only after I'd dressed did Vincent finally unlock the shower room door.
Standing outside, looking frantic, was one of the girls from today's class.
"Coach! Open up! I need to talk to you—now!"
Vincent Roland let out a string of curses under his breath before finally dragging himself up to get dressed.
"Get your things," he snapped. "We're done here. It's late—go home."
He lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his cold expression. Just when I thought there might be a flicker of guilt, he leaned in so close I could smell the smoke on his breath.
"Listen to me very carefully," he murmured, his voice dripping with menace. "If you even think about going to the police—or telling anyone—those videos we just made? They'll be all over the internet before you can blink."
A cruel smirk twisted his lips, and my blood turned to ice.
I could feel every hair on my body stand on end, sweat beading on my skin despite the chill in the air.
Vincent Roland—the golden boy of the swim team, the instructor with the perfect smile—was nothing but a monster in disguise.
Numbly, I nodded. What choice did I have? If those videos got out, my life would be over.
Vincent finished buttoning his shirt while I stayed curled in the corner, shaking.
"Oh, and one more thing," he added, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "You'll keep coming to class. But since you've got potential, you'll be my assistant now. Don't worry—I'll make sure you're compensated."
He flung my clothes at me.
"Remember what I said. Play by my rules, and you won't get hurt. But if you cross me?" He gave a careless shrug. "Well… let's just say I don't make promises I can't keep."
Then he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and played one of the videos right in front of me.
My stomach lurched. I nodded again, my vision swimming.
Only after I'd dressed did Vincent finally unlock the shower room door.
Standing outside, looking frantic, was one of the girls from today's class.
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