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.
“It must’ve been the liquid courage, but Teddy refused to give up his wallet. He got into a fight with the mugger, who stabbed him six times and ran away. Teddy didn’t even make it to the hospital.” I saw it coming, but that didn’t stop my lurch of shock. Stabbed six times. Jesus. “One…
“Yes. I need someone to bring me a change of clothes and lunch anyway. Don’t make me eat hospital canteen food.” I cracked a real smile this time. “Change of clothes and lunch. Got it.” “Don’t rush back,” my mother warned. “I don’t need you getting a speeding ticket.” She gave me a gentle shove…
“I have a lot of fast cars.” He snorted. “How are you feeling?” I asked. I tried not to notice how small he looked in the hospital bed or how the color of his face matched the white sheets. “I’m fine,” he said with a dismissive grunt. “This whole thing is ridiculous. I should be…
My mother hadn’t provided many details over the phone. She’d only said he was in the hospital, but what if our last words to each other were said out of anger? What if he was gone by the time I got there? My knuckles turned white around the wheel. “You can drive faster if you…
“The nerdy rambling side?” I asked. “The unguarded side.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “You can ramble about Pluto all you’d like. I won’t judge-too much.” I fought a smile and lost. We were floating on the last wisps of postcoital bliss. Soon, our feet would have to touch the ground, and we’d have…
I’d been too wound up to appreciate it at the time, but I suddenly remembered how he’d placed the pillow beneath me earlier. It’d gotten shoved to the side during my ministrations, but it helped with the pain that sometimes accompanied sex. Even in the throes of desire, he’d been thoughtful enough to think of…
As good as the oral had been, I needed more. I needed something to fill the empty ache inside me. Asher’s lips grazed my ear. “Hold on tight.” My anticipation pulled tight into a painful knot, but I didn’t get a chance to respond before he pushed inside me with a smooth thrust. This time,…
However, the thought of never meeting her sent an unpleasant chill through my chest. We’d known each other for two months, yet I couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t exist in my orbit. Even when caution kept us at arm’s length, seeing her was the highlight of my week. I snuck a peek at…
This kiss…this kiss was an explosion. Every guardrail I’d constructed, every promise I’d made to myself, incinerated with one touch. I heard the dim thud of my door slamming shut, but it was so far outside my realm of focus that it might as well have occurred galaxies away. Asher’s hands burned a path down…
“Yes. We…” Clive cleared his throat. “We used to date.” “A long time ago,” Ivy added quickly. “At uni.” Holy shit. I supposed it made sense. I’d met Ivy through Poppy, and Clive was Poppy’s cousin. That entire circle attended the same schools and functions growing up. That being said, the chances of my date…