Based on a bet, I unknowingly slept with my Coach’s hot daughter.
Now she’s carrying my baby.
My teammates bet that I couldn’t score with the hottest girl at the bar.
It was supposed to be one night… No strings, names or regrets. Just lust.
Monday, the guys were high-fiving me for the win between the sheets.
Then she walks into the locker room wearing a press badge and a scowl.
We’re forced to work together pretending we just met.
But maybe I’m not a one-and-done guy after all.
That night smolders in my memory… and my pants.
And the way she looks at me, seems like she feels the same.
Long hours together melts the ice between us.
Heat turns to flames… then freezes again when she learns of the bet.
In a flood of tears, she drops the bomb that I’m going to be a Daddy.
Despite my joy about the news… There’ll be hell to pay with her Dad- my Coach
He does NOT want us together.
I definitely screwed myself into the penalty box now.
He might bench me, trade me, or straight up kill me.
