Page 106 of Wild Blades

“Lola is dropping some off for me.”

“Have you been here long?”

I wrap my arms around her waist, which feels weird because I’m still upside down. “Ten-mile run, an hour on your fancy bike and however many crunches you counted, that’s how long I've been here for.”

“You ran in bare feet?”

“Yeah.”

“You are savage.”

“You are a modeling icon.”

“Ah, so is that why you call me that sometimes?” she quizzes.

“Because you are one.”

“Was.”

“Still are,” I counter, all my blood rushing to my head.

She looks up to my knees that are wrapped around the bar. “You are crazy. And strong. Watching you was hot. I would rip your clothes off if you were wearing some.”

“Want me to do some more?” I might pass out, but it would be totally worth it if it’s what makes her happy.

“As nice as that sounds.” Her stomach groans, in need to be fed. “I’m hungry.”

She’s always starving.

“I’ll make breakfast,” I offer.

“Sounds good. I need nourishment.”

I point to my dick. “Help yourself.”

“I would if my jaw and neck weren’t so painful.” She laughs, but there’s no warmth to it, which makes me feel sick.

Fucking Zane. He’s a Class-A cunt.

Kissing her before I ask her to step back so I can get down, I curl up to grab the bar, lift my legs off it and lower myself to the ground. For a moment, I’m a little dizzy, but don’t let it stop me from pulling her into my arms again to check her injuries.

Placing my pointer finger into the oversized collar of her robe, I examine the skin of her neck. Motherfucker left bruises, making it look like she’s wearing a necklace of his fingerprints. I want him to pay for this.

“Whatever you’re thinking. Don’t, Wade.” Taking my hand in hers, she squeezes it and cups my cheek with the other. “He’s off the team.”

“You sure about that? If Daddy owns it, he can change his mind at any time.”

She nods. “Marcus has already announced it. He sent me an email with a link to the article. It’s all over the news. They made up some bullshit excuse, outlining an old injury playing up. It was vague, but it did say he won’t be playing for the rest of the season.”

Holy shit.Hatred aside, Zane will be devastated. I know I would be.

While I may have thrown punches and lashed out, I would never hit a woman or sexually harass one. It’s fucking wrong and downright disrespectful.

What a slimy fucker he’s turned out to be. And a predator, it would seem too.

“Marcus confirmed the footage of the attack from the hotel has been sent to me by courier. It’s the only copy. It’s mine should I choose to press charges. Please, promise me, you won’t touch him,” she pleads.

“I can’t promise that.”

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