Asher Donovan, a star striker with a record-breaking transfer, fails in the last seconds of the Premier League final, costing his new team the championship. The crowd calls him a traitor, and his rivalry with captain Vincent makes tensions worse. With the coach furious and the team divided, Asher must face his past mistakes—and the storm that’s coming next.
I wasn’t. “Asher.” I covered my mouth with one hand. “You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t ask Sebastian Laurent to make that cake.” “No. His pastry chef made it.” Asher grinned. “I wanted something memorable to cap off our evening. I hope you like it.” “Like it? I love it.” I dragged the second plate…
Hmmm…I don’t think we’re traveling anywhere, or he would’ve told me to pack CARINA Babe, he’s a multimillionaire. You don’t have to pack. He can buy whatever you need once you get there BROOKLYN Exactly! You guys, please. I really don’t think it’s travel. I don’t want to go anywhere right now anyway. I’d prefer…
“So you’re going to eat it instead?” “It’s not that bad. The salad is edible…I think.” Asher’s mouth twitched. “Okay. I’m going to say something, and I don’t want you to be offended.” “Let me guess. I’m a terrible cook?” “Well, yes. But that’s not what I was going to say, although it is related…
Some days, it was a struggle just to get out of bed. I was constantly at war with my body, my emotions, and everything that should’ve been on my side but wasn’t. I was exhausted. All I wanted was to stay here forever, surrounded by Asher’s warmth and the reassuring beats of his heart. Here,…
And no, Wilma does NOT model on the side. But she wrote a book that sounds kinda interesting It’s called Triceratops and Threesomes NOAH … ADIL … ADIL Like the dinosaur? Yeah. Apparently dinosaur erotica is a thing NOAH … ADIL … ADIL What the hell have you been doing in London? ADIL Also, do…
Since there wasn’t, I forced my feet to move across the floor, up the stairs, and onto the stage. Warm-ups. I could do that. I’ve warmed up before. My heart crowded my throat. My excitement over getting the understudy role all those weeks ago melted beneath the lights and the sideways glances from the rest…
I heard the implicit question in the second half of his statement, but I ignored it. I wasn’t ready to talk about my ex yet. “That’s just like Vincent,” I fumed. “He’s always butting in where I don’t want him to.” Sure, I’d wanted nothing to do with Asher at the time, but still. Couldn’t…
After fifteen minutes of staring at my closet and several frantic texts to Carina and Brooklyn, I settled on a cute top-and-skirt combo. I’d just finished my makeup when Asher returned, freshly showered and smelling like a delicious mix of soap and aftershave. His appreciative gaze carved a trail up my legs and neck before…
I didn’t say it, but Asher must’ve heard it somehow anyway. The tension that’d crawled into his shoulders when I said I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship relaxed. “Fair enough. So it’ll be an exclusive nonrelationship with dates. And sex. And many shared memes.” A soft puff of laughter escaped my lips. “Yes.” It…
“It wasn’t anything I hadn’t experienced before, but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak,” Asher said. “The whole country, maybe even the whole world, has certain expectations of Asher Donovan-how I should play, who I should date, where I should fucking holiday. I can deal with that. It’s what…