Page 20 of Pucking Obsessed

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Asshole.

Next to me, D’Angelo stiffens. His expression becomes glacial.

Instantly, the temperature in the corridor drops, and the tension rises even further.

I can hardly breathe.

Shay fixes on a bright smile, however, and walks forward. “Hey, Mr. Heine. It’s brilliant to meet you. I appreciate the incredible opportunity that your club has offered to me. I swear that I’ll give hundred percent dedication and loyalty…”

Heine rolls his eyes, brushing past Shay like he’s no more important than an irritating, buzzing fly.

Shay’s enthusiasm dims like his smile.

I hate to see that.

I bristle. “Good afternoon, Mr. Heine. Yousummonedus. May I have a copy of the agenda, so that I can look it over and be prepared, before the—”

“No need.” Heine’s voice is light and lazy. He swims with an intent focus toward D’Angelo, however, who tenses. He reaches out his hand, as if tempted to stroke down D’Angelo’s chest. “You’re wearing one of your favorite shirts. Thoughtful.”

Shay’s gaze darkens.

“I’m not wearing it for you,Charlie,” D’Angelo grits out.

TheCharlieis a clear power move.

I smirk.

Heine may be our boss and a billionaire.

As D’Angelo towers over Heine, however, it’s clear that he is the orca in this corridor.

How do they know each other? Simply through the Bay Rebels?

Heine’s cheek twitches. “Mr.D’Angelo, I didn’t say that you were.”

D’Angelo narrows his eyes. “What’s with the dramatics? Why have I been kept in the dark as the captain?”

Heine tosses his hair. “I own your little club and if I want to play with it, then I can.”

“That’s not what we agreed,” D’Angelo growls.

When Heine’s eyes flash with rage, I take a protective step toward D’Angelo at the same time as Shay does. “You don’t get to control my business dealings or finances.”

Surprisingly, this cools D’Angelo.

He gives a curt nod. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Charles. But when you purchased this club — against my express request — you swore that you’d be hands off. So, what is this?”

Heine crosses his arms. “I got bored.” Then his expression gentles. “You look good.”

I clamp my hand around Shay’s arm to stop him yanking Heine away from D’Angelo by his hair.

Then I mouthno commentat him.

Shay bites his lip like he’s fighting hard to lock his words behind his teeth. He rocks backwards and forwards on his heels.

“You don’t,” D’Angelo replies, frostily. “No amount of thousand dollar concealer can hide the shadows under your eyes. Still not sleeping? What is keeping you up at night? A guilty conscience?”

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