Baby was watching Celine undress in front of him, but somehow, he wasn't as excited as he thought he would be.
Perhaps it was his tiredness, but he felt himself losing interest in each piece of clothing that fell off Celine's body.
She was in her bra and panties when Baby suddenly grabbed her hand, "Come here," He commanded, pulling her closer and kissing her, and then he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Right where we left," Celine bit her lips and lowered herself to her knees.
"Don't disappoint me," Baby murmured, his eyes pinned on her as she unzipped his pants.
"Ahh... no hands... your mouth," Baby bunched her head and pulled her closer.
Obediently, Celine took him in, allowing him to move her head however he wanted.
Baby was in a hurry. He just wanted a release.
Teeth gritted and hips thrusting too forcefully, he neared his peak. Ignoring Celine's gagging, he pushed forward until he groaned, reaching his release.
He stepped back and watched Celine wipe her mouth.
"On the bed, now," Baby commanded, his eyes raking her body.
He wasn't feeling it.
He was angry. He needed to fuck his anger out, whatever was stumping his fun needed to go.
"Mm... I love to take commands, Daddy," Celine purred and slowly crawled over to the bed.
She got on the bed and pulled her panties down her thighs, "Come here, Baby... I've waited for this –"
"Baby? Are you in there? We need to talk now,"
Baby froze as he suddenly heard Nickel's voice behind his door.
"What the fuck?" Baby scowled, his brows furrowed together in shock and anger.
'Why was he here?'
"Baby? Don't keep me waiting, he can wait... or he can join," Celine called, throwing her panties to the floor and spreading her legs in invitation. Baby muttered under his breath and hurried over to his wardrobe to find new pairs of pants.
"Get dressed, Celine. I need to deal with something," he said as he pulled a grey t-shirt on.
Celine's face contorted in anger, her soft look gone, "You're... you're kicking me out? After what I just did for you –"
"Save it, Celine. A lot of mouths have sucked my dick, you're nothing special. Now, get dressed, and if you want to get fucked so badly, come back tomorrow night," Baby said and hurried over to the door.
"Hurry and leave, I don't want you sleeping over," he said and left the room, leaving the woman naked and abandoned.
Baby stepped out of his room and his jaws flexed as he found the coach sitting on the sofa with Saint beside him. Cam was standing beside the bar, staring at Baby with apprehensive eyes.
"Coach, what are you doing here?" Baby asked, walking over to them.
His eyes gazed once at Saint's rigid figure and settled on Nickel.
Nickel pulled his phone and handed it to Baby.
"Take a look," Nickel said, his tone serious.
Baby glanced at Saint again before he took the phone from Nickel.
Before he had the chance to see what was in the phone, the door to his room was yanked open, and Celine stormed out, her heels angrily clicking on the floor, and she walked over to Baby.
The men paused and stared at the angry woman. She approached Baby, and before anyone could realise what was happening, she slapped him hard across the cheek.
"Bastard! Jerk! You're gonna be sorry for what you did!" She yelled and stormed out of the apartment.
Baby stood frozen, holding his stinging cheek as he stared at the door in surprise.
Saint didn't move, but the hard clench of his fists showed how angry he was. He didn't hit women, if not, Celine might just have asked for a real beating from him.
He hated her attitude and... he suddenly smirked, a secret smirk as he realised that Celine's anger was a good thing, it meant that nothing had really happened between Baby and her.
"You see, Baby? This is the kind of scandal we want to keep as far away as possible from either of you. What happens when your girlfriend's rage turns evil and she starts to plot your downfall with a rival?" Nickel asked sternly, staring at Baby with utter helplessness.
"She's not my girlfriend, and she won't do shit," Baby replied and touched his cheek one more time before looking at the phone in his hand.
He frowned as he stared at the video of him and Celine making out in the elevator.
"This has to he a joke, Coach. It's supposed to be impossible for this video to get to you. Who sent it to you?" Baby asked, gripping the phone tightly.
"This is a VIP dormitory apartment and our privacy is a hundred percent assured –"
"But I still got the video, didn't I?" Nickel stood and took his phone from Baby.
"What you should be is your career, Baby, not how the video got leaked. Thankfully, your co-captain... the sensible one, had already found the source and asked them to delete it. Now, what you're supposed to do, is to be stealth, Baby," Nickel reprimanded sternly.
Baby was seething, his nails digging crescents into his hands. He was already connecting a few dots and the more it clicked, the more rage he felt.
"Yes, THC is aware that you're both young, and vibrant men with excessive libido, but what they ask us to be stealth," Nickel placed a gentle hand on Baby's shoulder, shaking him gently, "When they asked for clean records, they knew you both weren't saints. All they just want is for you to be stealth. Never, I release, never make this mistake again. Mo lose ends, Baby, tighten up," He patted Baby's shoulder and glanced at Saint.
"You're doing a great job, Saint. That's what teamwork is all about, looking out for the other..." he turned to Baby with a slight frown, "pick a thing or two from him," Nickel said and quietly walked out of the apartment.
The moment the door closed, Baby snapped his head to Saint, his eyes blazing with unbridled fury.
"It was you, wasn't it?" Baby asked in a surprisingly calm voice, his fists clenching and unclenching.
Cam sensed the shift in atmosphere and hurried over to Baby and held his arm.
"Alright, alright, soldier, you don't have to tap into the villain. You heard the coach, be stealth –"
"It could have been someone else," Saint suddenly stood, his height towering a head above Baby.
"Nigga, I'm trying to salvage your ass over here," Cam stared at Saint in exasperation.
Saint looked calm, but his eyes revealed the strange anger that was brewing within him.
"It could have been anyone, but it was you, Siant, wasn't it?" Baby questioned, pushing Cam's hand away from his and faced Saint squarely, eyes glaring with obvious hatred.
Saint didn't flinch, he stood still and held a steady gaze with Baby, "I'm just being the sensible one, reminding you what could actually happen to 'us' due to your carelessness –"
"Fuck you!" Baby cursed and threw his fist forward.
"Baby, NO!"