Page 35 of Triple Pucked
I’d have been much more guarded if I’d known that Heine was pretty much in the room.
“Thanks for telling me that Charles was here,” I force out.
Coach shrugs. “You were too busy kicking my ass. Do I have your full attention on the meeting now?”
I nod, stiffly.
Heine is the obsessive man who kidnapped me, thrashed me, and tried to force me to take him on as his sub.
I refused.
Shay is the only personal sub I have ever wanted.
I flinch, feeling the phantom sensation of the whip falling across my back in lines of fire.
Crack…crack…crack…
Shay rubs along the top of my back, where the worst line fell that took weeks to heal. Slow, purposeful rubs of his thumb that ground me in the present but remind me that he’s with me now. I’m not trapped by myself with Heine, until Eden rescued me.
I’m whole, and safe, and Heine is exiled to Germany.
Heine has a restraining order.He shouldn’t be able to contact me.
Heine is pretty with cornflower blue eyes and wavy honey blond hair.
Yet his eyes are as dead as a shark’s.
He is dressed in his signature look of black skinny jeans, a designer blue long sleeved t-shirt that matches his eyes, and a bulky jacket, which is embroidered with Gothic skulls.
The typical billionaire asshole look.
“Surprised to see me?” Heine appears delighted.
“We had a deal,” I manage to force out, although my throat is dry. “I have an order out against you. You’re breaking the law.”
“Boring.” Heine waves his hand. “My lawyers are better than yours, Mr. D’Angelo, and the time was reduced. You may have been distracted by that dull stick waving you do, but the restraining order has expired. Don’t worry, I’ve been a good boy. I’m still in Germany.”
I can barely swallow.
Robyn and Shay hurriedly walk to stand at my shoulder.
Heine’s expression sours when he sees them.
“That suit brings out the blue in your eyes.” Heine scans my face with the same eagerness that he once did when he looked at me like I was a god. “You look good.”
I should have recognized it as part of his love bombing.
Now, I’m sure that it’s performative or to piss off Shay.
It’s working.
“Youdon’t.” Shay is breathing too fast. “The skulls on your jacket bring out that the Goth nerd who never had any mates.”
Robyn chuckles.
Heine’s pale cheeks pink. “And your leather jacket brings out the biker trash in you.”
Shay’s shoulders curl in on themselves, but I immediately grasp his hand in mine. “You won’t talk to any of my team like that. What do you want?”
