Page 17 of Pucking Revenge

“And how is what I’m doing a problem, Seb? I fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie.” I throw an arm out and point at Brooks’s door. “Nothing happened.”

With a deep breath in, I search for the composure I normally reserve for handling PR for the team, but it appears to have gone missing.

“If you think that calling me a slut and threatening to keep our relationship a secret indefinitely will stop me from spending time with my best friend, then I’m pretty sure you’re the one who will be ‘miserable,’” I echo his words, my tone nothing but disgust and fury. Fuck him. “Because that’s never going to happen.”

“You’re acting like a child.” He takes a step closer. “Remember who you work for.”

“Oh, I remember. Olivia Langfield is my supervisor, and I answer to Gavin Langfield. Remember him? What about Beckett? I answer to him on occasion too. Or did you forget about your other nephews, since you’re so focused on the one I’m spending time with?”

His only response is a glare.

That’s when his words really sink in. Remember who you work for.

“Wait a second.” I hold up a hand and pull my shoulders back. “Are you threatening my job? Seriously? You swore it was safe. Promised that nothing that happened between us would affect it.”

When he still doesn’t speak, I shake my head. How could I have been so wrong about this man?

“We are so done.”

Even as I say the words, my heart pounds so hard I worry I’ll crack a rib. Panic claws at me. I can’t lose my job. Without it, I can’t afford my brother’s medication.

My mind is still racing out of control when Seb grabs for my arm.

On contact, my skin crawls, pulling me back to the moment. “Touch me again, and I’ll be filing a complaint with HR, Mr. Lukov.”

That’s all it takes for him to release me and step back. “I could hear you hollering about my star goalie’s cock all the way out here. Engaging in a sexual relationship with a player is a fireable offense, Ms. Case.” He fists his hands at his sides and pulls himself up to his full height. “I won’t remind you again. Stay away from my players or find yourself another job.” Without waiting for my reply, he straightens his suit jacket and spins on his heel. Then he’s striding down the hall, head high and arms pumping.

Me? I’m glued to the spot, shaking.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Holy fuck. Would he?

I still can’t wrap my head around my interaction with Brooks this morning, but I’m positive of one thing: my relationship with the man storming away from me is over.

SIX

BROOKS

“Why do you look like you got laid last night?” War elbows me in the ribs as we step into the locker room. His next words are spoken in his native French Canadian and under his breath.

When I get a look at Aiden, I don’t need to understand them to get his meaning. My brother is standing by his locker, naked as the day he was born, chin tucked to his chest, staring at his dick.

What the hell is he doing?

McGreevey claps me on the back, forcing my eyes off my brother’s dick. Thank God. “Sar probably kept him up all night again, War.”

At the mention of Sara, a smile splits my face. She was absurd this morning. In a good way. “Maybe if the two of you focused on your own sex lives, you’d be smiling too.”

Aiden spins. Now he’s got his dick in his hand. “Is it possible for a woman to run out of orgasms in her lifetime?”

“What the fuck are you going on about?” I turn to my locker to avoid getting another eyeful of my brother’s junk.

“Jill said?—”

“That’s problem number one,” War mutters. “Listening to anything that woman says.”

McGreevey scowls at War, then turns back to Aiden and takes on a kinder tone. “Jill said what?”

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