Page 1 of Forgive You

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“Of all girls, it had to be her?” I swipe my head to the passenger seat of my black SUV, just in time to see his eyes glint with mischief.

“Jason, did you see her? She was like liquid honey. Thick thighs, golden hair that I wrapped around my fist, and that pus—” His fingers curl at the motion as he pushes his hips up in a thrust.

“Jesus Christ. Will you shut up?” He opens his blue Gatorade, the sweet scent of berry lingering into the cabin as he throws me an innocent glance.

“What?”

The audacity of this…shithead.

“I should kick your ass right now.” The leather of the wheel glides through my palm as I turn and drive through the big gates that guard the five-story building of North Viking Sports.

Personally, I like Ford. He reminds me of my best friend, Hunter, with hisfuck-allattitude and desire to do whatever he wants.

Professionally? I should drop the LA Knight’s enforcer—in the form of 200 pounds of solid muscle—before he taints my reputation. But Spencer Sports is only six months old, and I can’t afford to lose my biggest client.

“For fucking some girls?” It’s a skill, really, sounding so indignant.

“Notsomegirls, Ford. You fucked your coach’s niece in a parking lot.” I run my hand over my face, pushing out whatever oxygen is left in my lungs as I shake my head. “Her ass is all over the internet.Literally. You're lucky he didn’t bench you. What’s next? Fucking your teammate’s sister?” There’s being a bad boy and there’s aiming for disaster. Ford has a talent for the latter.

His eyes burn into my cheek, and I don’t have to look to know his troublesome grin has expanded to the sides of his black buzz cut.

“Tarasov does have a very hot sister. She’s my age, I think.” He chuckles.

“For fuck’s sake, Ford.” I park my car in one of the lots in front of the NVS headquarters, then glance over to the most wanted and infamous man of the NHL.

I want to wipe that smug grin from his toffee-shaded face.Damn hockey player.I should’ve stuck with fighters. At least they don’t face any repercussions for their image.

“Don’t fuck his sister,” I add, a little more grim, even though it does fuck all. His snicker grows to a full laugh, pride flashing in his gaze while his dark eyebrows lift.

“Come on, it’s a little funny?” Ford continues, like he just pulled the best prank ever, taking a sip of his blue drink.

Too bad for him this ain’t high school anymore, and if he doesn’t get his shit together, winning the State Championship in his senior year will be the highlight of his career.

“Hilarious. Glad you are living up to your fuckboy standards, but I’m youragentand you’re making it fucking impossible todo my job. If you continue to ruin your reputation, your next commercial will be you in a doughnut suit at Dunks,” I tell him with a frown that is meant to do something. The fact that he’s glancing at his phone says it’s not leaving an impression.

“Ain’t no way I’m doing that.”

I pull the device from his hand. “Then stop fucking around andbehaveor no major brand will be willing to work with you anymore and you’ll be scraping up gigs like Taco Bell just to afford gas for your flashy G-Wagon after your coach fires your ass.”

He mumbles something I don’t bother understanding, snatching his phone back from my grasp, as we exit the vehicle and walk toward the entrance of the red brick building.

A big hall with 12-foot ceilings and marble floors announces our arrival as our steps echo through the space. The quirky brunette at the front office tells us we are expected on the top floor before she throws her lashes at Ford in an attempt to grab his attention.

“Don’t even think about it.”

His responding growl is loud when I pull his arm and give him a nudge into the elevator.

“Come on, man! She’s cute. Maybe she has a couple friends who can join me and Cash for drinks later.”

Cash. I’m pushing back the smile that wants to slip through at the mention of my little brother’s nickname. It’s no wonder Ford and Jordan became best friends at Berkeley University. They both have a wicked sense of humor, a pretty boy face, and make it their mission to make my life hard as fuck.

“Please don’t suck him into your orbit of destruction.” My attention flickers to his hand as he flips me off.

“I’m not sure why he says you’re his favorite brother. You’re fucking boring.”

“You’d know if you’d met Jacob.”

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