Page 20 of The Owner

It’s the man who’s going to make you scream in pleasure

I shiver, knowing he’s not exaggerating. Last night, I hadthreeorgasms. It was intense. I’m already shivering as I recall the wild, toe-curling sensation.

What else are you going to do to me?

Anything I want.

I’m so fucking hard right now, you have no idea.

You make me crazy.

“Are youblushing?” Rachel says, looking at me funny. “Is it really serious between you two?”

I sigh as I put my phone away before I get so wet I’ll slip out of my seat like a waterslide.

“I think so,” I say, stealing another glance at him. He’s so far away. I wish we didn’t have to sit apart. I hate that we have to root against each other. I wish we were on the same side.

“Well, if it means anything, I really like him. I think he’ll be good for you.”

“Thanks, Rachel,” I say, knowing full well that she might be brown-nosing the boss, but still happy to hear it.

“Can I give you my opinion though?” she says. “As a friend?”

Oh no, this is not going to be good. But as a leader, it’s smart to hear everyone’s opinion. Even when you don’t want to hear it.

“Go ahead.”

“I think you should wait until after the playoffs to pursue this,” she says. “I love you to death, Riley, and I know how much this championship would mean to you, to your career, to your father, to the team, to this city, to everyone really. There’s so much riding on this. Are you sure he’s not just trying to distract you to throw you off?”

“That’s not what’s happening.”

“Really, because you’ve been on your phone for most of the game.”

I feel my cheeks getting hot as I turn my phone off and put it in my purse for good this time.

“I’m not saying it’s…” she says with a sigh. “I just don’t want you to have any regrets. You’ve worked so hard to get the team where it is. We’re so close to winning it all. It’s going to change your life.”

But so will Brantley.

And I’d rather have my soulmate than a silver trophy and some bragging rights.

“Point taken,” I say, shutting this conversation down. “Thank you. I’ll take it into consideration.”

The game starts back up and my stomach sinks as the Hyenas take the lead. I try not to look at Brantley, even though I crack and look over at him a few times. I can’t help it.

Sebastian Kemp scores twice in the third period and we end up losing six to three.

The euphoria is gone as I watch the disappointed crowd leaving the arena. My players walk into the locker room with their heads hung low. I hate this feeling. I hate it so much.

We’re down one game to two in the series. If the Hyenas win two more games, we’re done.

My stomach drops as I get up, keeping my eyes off of Brantley’s private box. I can’t do this anymore.

I owe it to the team to do more. Maybe if I had worked harder in the past two days, we would have pulled out the win. I don’t know what I could have done, but maybe I would have thought of something if my head wasn’t stuck in the clouds thinking of Brantley and his perfect cock.

Rachel’s words start creeping into the back of my head like a nasty little gremlin. What if Brantley is doing this on purpose? What if he is trying to mess with my head in order to win?

He’s a billionaire and aren’t all billionaires ruthless assholes? Isn’t that what it takes to be one?

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