$28,000,000, however, was sitting in a cushy account with UBS in Zürich.
After Bash’s phone call with his lawyers, they contacted the Swiss banker who oversaw Bash’s account with UBS. The lawyers relayed Bash’s instructions. The lawyers, at Bash’s request, were opening an anonymous charitable foundation that would support young athletes in recovery from addiction and substance abuse.
Once all the paperwork was in place and all the necessary pieces were set up, $100,000 would be transferred from Bash’s UBS account to his new charitable foundation. Each year, another $100,000 would be deposited into the charitable fund, drawn from the earnings of Bash’s trust fund (which currently contained $73,000,000 and was only growing).
Bash had given his lawyers permission to hire a team to manage his charitable foundation. They would find young athletes who needed support in their journey towards recovery from addiction.
He had already given his lawyers the name of the first former athlete he wanted them to contact: Cort Styleton.
Chapter 32
Adonis
“Everyone, be quiet, or go find somewhere else to watch the game!” Adonis shouted. His apartment was full of people—friends from the figure skating team, boys from the hockey team, Guy and Jason, and other friends. A large spread of food (potluck style, brought by everyone) covered the kitchen counter. The NCAA hockey championship game was on the TV, about to start.
“Should’ve been you guys,” Clarisse said to Robbie and Bash. They, along with Adonis, were squeezed tightly onto Adonis’s couch.
Adonis and Bash hadn’t told Clarisse and Robbie that they’d fucked on that couch only an hour before everyone else had arrived.
But hey, they’d used a towel.
“I’m still pissed,” Robbie grumbled, taking a swig of his beer.
“There’s always next year,” Bash said, then cocked his head. “Wait, no, we’re graduating.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m pissed,” Robbie said.
Adonis squeezed Bash’s hand and reached around Clarisse to pat Robbie’s shoulder. “At least you’re both going to the NHL,” he said. “You can win those big games. Whatever they’re called.”
Bash and Robbie exchanged a look. “You gotta help him be a better WAG,” Robbie said with a laugh.
“I am officially campaigning for WAG to become WAP,” Adonis said primly.
“What?” Clarisse choked.
“WAP,” Adonis said. “Wives and Partners, instead of Wives and Girlfriends.”
“That’snotwhat WAP stands for,” Clarisse said.
“An acronym can mean many things,” Adonis said with a sly smile.
“I decided I’m not gonna play for Detroit,” Robbie said.
“What?” Adonis gasped. “You’re not?”
Clarisse turned to smile at Adonis. “He’s moving with me to California. He’s going to coach hockey at Stanford while I work on my PhD.”
“Yeah,” Robbie said. “I realized this year that I have a natural talent for coaching, after doing a little bit of it as co-captain.”
“You’re a much better captain than I was,” Bash admitted.
“You won’t be super far from us, then,” Adonis said.
He still got giddy when he said “us.”
That’s what he and Bash were—a unit.Theywere moving to Seattle. Not just Bash. Bash would be playing for the Seattle Killer Whales, though he didn’t expect to see much ice time during his rookie year.
Adonis didn’t mind if it meant he’d get to spend more time with his boyfriend.
