He tossed me his keys, then winked.
“I know exactly what I want,” I teased, then reached around to squeeze his ass cheek.
He was used to me fondling him now and didn’t scowl at all. I missed it. “Okay. Hurry it up, eh?”
We went our separate ways in the hallway as I headed to the car. As I looked around at my teammates leaving with their families, it occurred to me that the loneliness I was used to feeling was fading. Carson and my new friends had done that.
My phone buzzed with a text as I pushed through the glass doors that led to the players’ parking lot. Looking down at the screen, there was a message on the group chat from Lennox.
Lennox: Steaks and swimming at my house tomorrow for anyone who can attend.
Evan: What time? Hudson has to fly back tomorrow.
Lennox: What time does he have to leave? We can be flexible.
Evan: I’ll check. BRB
Me: What should we bring?
Lennox: Anything you want.
Drew: I’ll bring beer.
Lennox: Not the cheap shit.
Evan: Hudson and the kids have to leave by seven. Will that work?
Lennox: Yes. Make it two then. Bring the kids. We have Daniel.
Me: See you…
I was typing back when a big hand wrapped around my arm and slammed my back against the side of a car. The smell of his aftershave hit my nose, immediately sending warning bells sounding in my head.
“Hello, trouble. Did you really think I’d let you fuck me over?”
I looked into his dark brown eyes as he pinned me to the car. His jaw was unshaven, and he appeared like he’d slept in his suit.
“What are you doing here?”
He sneered at me. “You’re not that daft. I want my money.”
“Your money? There is no your money. I told you, I have a new agent. And it’s not you. So you can fuck right off back home.”
I pushed him back, knocking him off balance. But Leland wasn’t going to let me go that easily. He had me by at least fifty kilos.
Slamming my front to the car, he pressed the side of my face down to the metal, then leaned his body on mine. His words and breath ghosted across my face, making me wonder what I ever saw in him.
“You don’t want me telling the Americans about how…”
Before he could finish making his threat, Leland’s weight was ripped away as Carson’s voice filled the air, along with grunts and the sound of bodies hitting the concrete.
I turned quickly to see that Carson had thrown him to the ground and pinned him.
“You piece of shit. Don’t you ever put your hands on him again.”
Leland struggled under his hold as curse words shot from his mouth.
“Get the fuck off me. I’m his fucking agent.”
