Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 265: Heated Game

Khalifa felt her body turn hot in embarrassment. However, she was no longer the old, meek, Khalifa!

Since she started dating the professor a year ago, he had slowly helped her gain confidence. She hadn’t been bullied for so many months—how could she let this guy do so?!

"Help me up!" she yelled with a bossy tone of voice, and by instinct Jacob’s hand moved down to her waist and he guided her up.

She stepped back as soon as she could stand, looking at him guardedly.

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"You!!"

Jacob gulped. "You alright?" he asked, ignoring her glare and taking the ball on the ground. "I told you to be careful."

Khalifa frowned. Was it really an accident?

However, seeing him dribble again as if he didn’t just grope her breast made her a bit calmer.

She was not particularly rest assured it wouldn’t happen again though and she decided to be more careful.

"Hmm."

There was an awkward tension now, and the two of them simply focused on the task at hand.

They practiced the movement for some time until Khalifa became passable. He also introduced himself as an obstacle and tried out how she’d fare if someone was blocking her.

For a while after that, the gym was quiet except for the soft squeak of their sneakers.

He trained her well the next couple of rounds, though they bumped into each other often.

"Oops," he said, holding the curve of her back, his large hand lingering on her waist for longer than proper.

This happened increasingly often and, at some point, Khalifa noticed and glared at him. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Jacob cleared his throat. "Now, why would I do that?"

Khalifa pursed her lips, unable to voice it out, and just looked away in the end.

Jacob’s eyes lingered on her face and figure for a while, appreciating the beauty. She was made even sexier by the fact that she was so sweaty that her shirt had completely followed her form.

He could even see traces of her bra, and the bits of skin revealed by the wet fabric.

However, he promised to help her out and didn’t allow his libido to affect the integrity of the sport. For now, anyway.

So, he entered a professional stance again, teaching her more moves and giving her tips.

Khalifa ended up learning a lot and, inexplicably, she found her guard lowered again. She had forgotten the ambiguity and just focused on learning as much as she could.

"Let me introduce shooting to you, but for now, only do so when there’s no choice," he said. "It’s still better to pass it to those more familiar if there’s an opening, okay?"

She was a little offended, but she nodded anyway.

Jacob smiled and walked over as he drilled the ball. "Shooting is about form. Feet a shoulder width apart, with knees just slightly bent," he said, and he raised his arms to show her.

Jacob demonstrated with a wonderful form and Khalifa, despite herself, couldn’t help but admire. Her blue eyes in particular stayed on the way his muscles moved, and she knew they exploded in power when needed.

The ball naturally made a beautiful arc and shot straight to the net, with him getting another ball to hand it over to her.

Khalifa looked at it nervously and tried shooting again. However, as usual, it barely touched the hoop.

Jacob chuckled and moved to stand behind her.

"Let’s adjust your form," he said, his rough hand finding the bottom of her arm gently guiding them to position.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine and she unconsciously flushed. She remembered his subtle movements from earlier though, and she couldn’t help but feel she was being taken advantage of.

However, whenever she thought he’d really touch her inappropriately, he would stop where he should and she couldn’t comment on it anymore.

Jacob watched her reaction with sharp eyes, but didn’t do anything he shouldn’t be doing. He adjusted her position without any lingering touches, no matter how much he wanted to.

She then tried and shot and—for once—it actually touched the basket.

"Good job," he said, eyes fixed on the bright expression on her face.

Khalifa was excited with the progress and she was determined to try it again. This time, he asked her to slightly increase the force of her shot and then coached her where to aim.

Whoosh!

"It went in!" She gasped, unconsciously jumping a bit. Jacob laughed. "Yes, good job."

Khalifa, a little high from the success, couldn’t help but turn around and wrap her arms around his shoulder.

Jacob’s eyes were dark and he wrapped his arm around her waist. He squeezed her body against his, feeling her softness.

When Khalifa realized their position, she immediately gestured to part from him, only to realize she couldn’t move anymore!

The next thing she knew, the man embracing her leaned down, lips against her ears, sending shivers down her spine.

"How do we celebrate?"

"What?" she asked, attempting to push him away again. Her hands ended up on his hard chest and she couldn’t help blush.

Jacob’s hand started to caress her curvaceous hips. Khalifa continued to try to push, but he held her tighter, and her palm on his chest felt its hardness as well as his heartbeat.

She felt a little dizzy from the heat. "Let me go!" she mumbled, struggling, though refusing to admit she wasn’t actually trying hard enough.

Jacob could feel this and decided to continue his seduction. He started licking her ears, making her squeal, while his hand slowly caressed upwards until it was just below her breast.

"I-I have a boyfriend!" she hurriedly said and the hot atmosphere turned cold as if a switch was flicked.

Jacob’s eyes immediately darkened, his grip on her tightening.

"Who? Since when?"

He was a transfer student who was recruited by the school to join their varsity team. He had only known Khalifa for a few months and was head over heels for her.

He had been watching Khalifa for a long time. There was no man around her!

Khalifa lifted her head to look at him, startled by his strong reaction. "It’s been a year."

"A year?!"

Jacob tried to calm himself, but the next words came out of gritted teeth.

"Who?"

Who was this bastard?!