Page 124 of Wild Blades

“You have a few months left to redeem yourself. You need to figure out how to fix your mess.”

Although, that seems impossible.

I finish, “And you need to speak to Lola. She deserves an apology, too.”

“I will.”

“Thank you for your time. Now I have a plane to catch.”

“I’m sorry, Kali.”

But I can bring myself to forgive him.

Will I ever be able to?

CHAPTER FORTY

Wade

Oiled up to within an inch of my life, I walk down the corridor in the direction of the set.

I’ve done photoshoots before, but nothing like this. For starters, I’m in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and jeans, which is a sharp contrast to the amount of hockey gear I usually wear. Also, the studio is huge, and busy with lots of people rushing around. In addition, I’m feeling nervous. It’s a huge brand, and if they like me, then it could be another great income stream for me.

Barefoot, shoulders back, I walk on to set, hoping that no one notices that my heart is practically pounding out of my chest.

Positioned in front of the camera, wearing low hip-hugging jeans with a pair of black panties peeking out along the top that match the pair of boxers I have on, Kali is naked from the waist up, looking back over her shoulder at the camera. With her jet-black hair flowing down her back like a waterfall of licorice, she looks beautiful, and I have to pinch myself because I can’t believe she’s mine.

Or that she wants to be with me.

She’s the best thing that’s ever walked into my life. I never want her to leave.

Quiet on the flight here, I thought she changed her mind about us, but the way she made love to me last night touched me in ways I never thought possible, and I know I’m in love with her.

It wasn’t sex; it was sensual and slow, every move deliberate, she rocked my soul. The closeness was more than sharing our bodies; it was our minds and hearts sewing themselves together as if becoming one. It was a life altering moment. One I will never forget.

Hypnotized by her, I watch on as she moves without the photographer telling her what to do. Frame after frame, she nails each pose. When we arrived, her photographer friend persuaded her to do some shots of us together for her social media, which Kali agreed to and vanished to hair and makeup.

Although she doesn’t need it, she’s perfect just the way she is.

“You can see why she’s the best, right?” Leon appears by my side, which has me ruffled because Kali is practically naked, and I know he likes her. He’s made that very clear.

“You’re late.”

“I’m here now. Fucking hell, she’s beautiful.”

If he wasn’t my agent, I would punch him.Dickhead.

Dressed in an expensive suit today, Armani, by the looks of it, because these are the types of things I notice now. Leon looks every inch a sports agent. Handsome devil too.

“Where did you get that?” I point to the enameled hockey pin on his lapel.

Leon looks down at the shiny gold pin on his collar. “Got it when I played for the Eagles one year. All of us did. Marcus gave them to us.”

“How long have you had it?” Confusion overwhelms me, but something deep in my brain starts firing like a small firecracker that’s ready to go off.

“I think I got it when I was about twenty-two.”

I calculate that in my head. With around twelve years between Leon and me, I would have been about ten, which works with what I’m thinking. It looks exactly like the hockey pin the man who visited my mom always wore.Fucking hell, what does it all mean?Something in my gut tells me that man is definitely linked to me in some way, and I want to know more as what feels like a ball in the back of my throat threatens to choke me.

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