Players

When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding. A fake marriage might be just the thing to sweeten my side of a million-dollar deal so I agree. Everything would've worked out fine except for her sweet baby-blues. The minute they focus on me, I'm never letting her go.

There's no way she's tough enough to get me into shape. When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding.

My ex-fiancé is back, waving around my expensive ring, sitting in stands, and being a real pain in the ass. My lady-friend is pretty cool about the whole thing until the ex sets me up for a photo shoot, starring yours truly and her naked in my hotel room. That's when I figure enough is enough. Sure, we've been friends since we were kids but that doesn't give her the right to ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me. And when the love-of-my-life disappears? That's just over-the top.

Sure, I've been knocked around a little. What player hasn't? However, if what the doc says is true, things have got to change. There's no way I'm letting my wife become my nursemaid. She deserves better than that, better than me.

How dare she barge into my office and threaten to take me to court? I’d bet millions that she barely pays her rent, not with the salary my dad pays. Still, she’s got some balls, I give her that. She must know I don’t need a big scandal, not just as I’m taking the company public. What’s she up to? I know just how to find out. 

Her voice is too curt, and her shifty look is downright confusing. I'm pretty sure she's asking for help, and it gets me to thinking. Four weeks ago, I almost lost her to hypothermia, while her employer, my ex-roommate, chased her into the woods. What if he's back? Maybe, that's why she's acting so strange. Whatever the reason, I'm sure as hell not letting her go. I'll fight to the death to keep what's mine safe.

What if all I got isn't enough? When you get right down to it, I am one mean son of a gun and make no apologies. You can’t own a billion-dollar company and be anything less. There’s just one thing I regret. I'm turning into the person I hated most growing up, but even he had the decency to walk out. Me, not so much. 

I've been told I got issues with authority but it's not true. As long as no one's trying to be an asshole, I'm perfectly fine. The baby-faced FBI agent shows me a picture of Sonia and I groan. I met her at the Sochi games, a beautiful Russian ice princess. Even at 17, she was destined for Olympic gold. Rumor is, her family money comes from illegal activities, and although nothing has ever been proved, I know I'm in deep sh-t.