Page 4 of Love on Ice

Issy glares at me, if steam could come out of her ears, it would be. I try to contain my laughter. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

Issy pinches the bridge of her nose. “They are reconsidering your contract. You know the one you signed that said you wouldn’t do anything to bring the team into disrepute.”

Everything in me stills.

Shit.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” she says, crossing her arms. “I get that you want to lose yourself because you’re heartbroken.”

“I’m not heartbroken,” I bite back.

Issy raises a dark brow at me. “Stop being so fucking proud. Cynthia and Stephen broke your trust, they betrayed you, and now they are happily showing off their love for all the world to see. While you look like a desperate dick.” That’s harsh. “I don’t care if you want to drown in women every single night of the week, but when you do it so publicly where people can video you and sell it to the media, that’s when I have a problem.”

“I’m sorry,” I grumble.

“I know you are and that’s why I’ve organized something for you.”

“Is this an intervention? Are you sending me to rehab?” Panic races through my veins.

“Rehab? You’re not that bad,yet,” she warns before pulling out a box and handing it to me.

“What is it?”

“Open and see.” She grins.

Pulling the lid off the box, I reach in and see a black credit card, but it has the words The Paradise Club written in gold across it. “What is The Paradise Club?”

“It is a secret celebrity sex club,” Issy explains. I choke on my own damn spit. Did she say sex club? “It’s invite only.”

“Sex club?” I question her because I swear, I’m having an outer body experience at the moment. “Like a secret sex society?”

“Yeah, kind of like that. Not everyone gets in.”

“How the hell did I get in?” I ask her.

“I know people.” She grins.

My brain is exploding right now. “You’re a member?”

“We’re not going to talk about that,” she says, brushing my question away. “I had to supply them with your medical records and the sexual health checkup you did recently.” She did what? “Look, I know that is stepping over a line, but I do think this is the safest place for you.”

“This sounds like you are sending me to rehab but telling me it’s a sex club to get me to go.”

Issy bursts out laughing. “It really is a sex club. They have an island down in the Caribbean and I thought maybe a week there might help.”

I stare at her in disbelief. “Don’t you think the media will have a field day if I go holidaying at a sex resort?”

She shakes her head. “They will never know, security is that tight. This club is not just for athletes, we are talking billionaires, royalty, politicians, actors, and anyone who doesn’t want the world to know what they are getting up to. That’s why the rules are so strict.”

“And you thought this would be a good idea for me?”

Issy bites her bottom lip. “Yeah, I thought it might be,” she replies, now sounding unsure.

I rush over to her and pull her into a hug. “Best present ever,” I say, swinging her around as she giggles. “I had no idea you were this cool or kinky,” I tease her, loving seeing her cheeks turn bright red.

“My sex life is none of your concern,” she says, swatting me away.

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