The Striker: Gods of the Game

Earl cleared his throat. The sound had the same effect as dumping ice water over a roaring fire. My mental haze vanished, and Asher and I took a simultaneous step away from each other. Earl didn’t say a word, but I swore I saw a smirk slip across his mouth. “Let’s go inside.” Asher turned…

Remember what happened with your Lambo? That wasn’t a scandal. That was a tragedy ADIL A tragic scandal. I think they finally rebuilt that wall you destroyed It was overdue for a renovation anyway. I did them a favor ADIL Ask the National Historic Society if they agree NOAH Stop texting me NOAH I went…

SCARLETT “If you’re dragging me to your secret lair so you can butcher me, I’m going to be deeply upset,” I said. “I have plans to see a West End show tonight.” “It’s alarming that that was the first thought that popped into your head, but no, I am not dragging you to my secret…

“That’s going to be a problem,” I said. I didn’t want to worry about candid pictures of me ending up in some sleazy tabloid every time I came to work. Asher was their target, but as his trainer, I had a high likelihood of getting caught in the crossfire. “I agree, but I’ve been thinking…

Instead, a pair of green eyes stared down at me beneath furrowed brows. Chiseled cheekbones. Sculpted mouth. An annoyingly attractive flop of dark hair. Asher. “You’re awake.” The furrow smoothed, though his eyes remained worried. “How are you feeling?” “Like I got hit by a truck that reversed and ran me over again.” My response…

“I didn’t sneak up on you,” he said, laughter coloring his voice. “You were just too busy to notice me.” I swiped my phone off the floor. At least my mother’s voicemail had ended, so he didn’t have to overhear whatever scheme she’d concocted to “liven up” my “tragically nonexistent” love life. “What are you…

“Training’s going to be difficult if I’m not allowed to look at you.” “Looking at me for training is fine. Staring at me like this is not.” She finally tore her eyes away from the road to gesture between us. “How, exactly, am I looking at you?” I asked, amused. “Like you…” Scarlett faltered, and…

“Of course not,” he snapped. “Trust me, Lettie, I’d rather stay in London. I don’t want you dealing with Asher alone, especially when he…” I stiffened. “Especially when he what?” He knows about the ride home. He knows Asher has been flirting with you and, despite what you say, a part of you likes it.…

“Think about it,” I said as we neared the exit. “Would you rather ride the tube with a bunch of wet, grumpy commuters or enjoy the passenger seat of a brand-new Mercedes?” “The tube. I’ve heard stories about the way you drive, and I want no part in it.” I should let it go. I…

A burst of laughter erupted from my chest. “Here I thought ballerinas were supposed to be soft and elegant.” “Oh, we are.” Scarlett cocked an eyebrow. “We’re also, pound for pound, some of the strongest athletes in the world. So believe me when I say I will kick you and it will hurt.” “I believe…