Page 46 of Irresistibly Wild

Las Vegas, Nevada

“Gatorade has officially dropped Travis Carter as their top brand ambassador.” The blonde anchor sipped her coffee. “We’re told that he was notified of this decision earlier, and his replacement should come as a shock to no one.”

The television screen suddenly shifted to an image of Juarez in a gym, sportingmychampionship around his waist.

His teeth were capped in a diamond grill that read “Forever the Champion,” and he was wearing a “Best Dad Ever” shirt. Why anyone took him seriously remained a mystery.

“How do you feel about replacing Travis Carter at Gatorade?” a reporter asked him.

“I feel like this is a sign of big things to come for me.” He smiled a bit wider. “There’s a new king of Vegas now.”

“You’ve wononehigh-profile fight versus my twenty-seven,” I muttered. “Get over yourself.”

“Have you heard anything from Mr. Carter’s camp regarding a rematch?” She pushed her mic closer.

“Not at all.” He ran his fingers along the belt. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to fight me again, if I were him. He got manhandled and embarrassed. It’s no wonder he’s been hiding ever since.”

“Those are some pretty cocky words, Mr. Juarez.”

“I can back all of them up, trust me.” He winked at her. “If his camp ever calls, I’ll have no problems beating his ass again.”

I turned off the TV and considered stopping by his gym to show him how much of a fluke his win was.

As I looked up the address, my phone rang with a new call.

Penelope.

“Yeah, Crown?” I answered.

“What did you think of the best pictures from my event?” she asked. “I emailed them to you this morning.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I haven’t checked my inbox today. Give me a second.”

I opened a new tab and clicked on her message, finding images of her addressing the crowd. Hayden stood by her side in a couple of shots, but Tatiana starred in most of them.

Still incapable of taking a bad picture, she stunned in every frame.

“I’m not featured in any of these?” I asked.

“Nope, but that’s because yours are all on the front page ofTheNew York Post.” She groaned. “On the plus side, three hundred of your thirsty fangirls bought year-long memberships today. You mind stopping by again soon, so I can get more?”

“Not at all.” I smiled. “Anything else?”

“Hayden is setting up custom fittings for the wedding tuxedos soon. He would love to have you onboard.”

“Anything other than that?”

“Tatiana is planning my bachelorette party. You’re not invited.”

“I wouldn’t show up if I was.” I held back a laugh. “How does her fiancé feel about her planning something like that?”

“Herwhat?”

“Her fiancé.”

“Ha!” She snorted. “Tatiana isn’t engaged.”

“She’s wearing an engagement ring in all these photos.”

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