Novels by Ayomide

Thelma’s POV“League rule,” he mused. Like it was boring. “Mate-of-Athlete Guardian Filing requires cohabitation for validity.”“If you don’t live with me, the filing is flagged as fraudulent. 48-hour review. You’re out.”The air left me. Why does he keep using 48 hours as a threat.Cohabitation! In his suite and behind a locked door? Can I keep up to that?"So I have to—” I stammered unable to finish that statement."Stay with me,” he concluded, his eyes, they looked teasing this time "At the guest room though, my lawyers will install it tomorrow.”I was relieved to hear that and even had to drink the bottle water he offered to keep calm, even though I could barely breathe.“That’s insane.”“That’s legal,” he corrected biting his lips.“Three" I furthered, wanting him to have a taste of his medicine as he didn't let me speak all the time when he listed his.Rather than looking exhausted, he seems keen."You don’t get to decide when I talk to Jax. If he contacts me—”Rhys's jaw ticked

Thelma’s POVHe grabbed my jaw gently, brushing it with his thumb as he let out a smirk.“You’re the reason I was standing on that ice watching Jax lift it.”And when he'd bent slightly again, his forearm rested on his knee.That towel shifted and I looked up fast.“But hate doesn’t win,” he exhaled“Leverage does.”I grab the arm rest, my eyes hovering around the room as nothing of what he said was registered in my head.“You need a visa. You have 42 days before Immigration throws you out.”His arms were on my trembling thighs, his fingers drew circles on them.“I need a strategist the League can’t ban. And I need the press off my back.”“So we use each other.”It was so cold, so logical, so Rhys and I bite my lips to stop a moan.“Fake dating,” he declared with a sided smile “That’s the legal loophole. League can’t touch a ‘girlfriend’ sitting in my box. Can’t call it tampering if you’re dating the Captain.”“You get 90 days. I get my season back.”He pulled something from the drawer

Thelma’s POVGiselle's mouth formed a silent O as Jax's face went blank, he couldn't believe it.The securities didn't move while I stared at the back of his head, too startled because I was more worried that he actually defended me."What?” giselle's voice screeched “Captain, she's dangerous, the notorious stalker” "She’s with me,”Rhys replied with no hesitation.“She’s my guest.”He reached down, his hand was big and warm as he took my wrist and pulled me to my feet.My leg squivered and when we locked eyes, it felt like he was piercing my soul.His silver eyes were enough to frost everyone."Touch her again,” he said, quietly “and you’ll answer to me."Jax couldn't answer to that but I saw his vein tighten around his throat.But before I'd read Giselle's reaction, Rhys had already pulled me into room 418 and shut the door on all of them.Once again, I was back here, fighting back my tears and rubbing my sore wrists.The smoke had subsided because I could see the exhume from a fire

Thelma’s POVTHE SUITEI held my breath, one wrong move would get me caught and so even when i'd crashed into a garden of thorns in my attempt to jump over a fence, I stifled my scream.My wolf staggered, recoiled at a corner and watched like she was so against me.Beside, her mate just marked another even though he hasn't openly rejected us. Sluggishly pulling out of the thorns, my feet found themselves in front of jax's suite, the one he take girls to after games.“You don’t get to forget me.” I whispered them to the empty hallway at 2:13AM, it smelt like champagne and sweat. The intern keycard in my hand. Still active and still pretending I belonged here.I stopped at room 418, Jax’s room. That’s what the roster said.Opening the door had me breathing hard, and I didn't look around, the first thing that greeted my eyes were the papers on the bed.It was spread like a crime scene, had my plays, my film notes and contract draft I’d written for him in Melbourne two years ago.My ha

Thelma’s POVThe buzzer screamed first and red light blinks causing the whole arena to become a war cry.The buzzer screamed. “KANE! KANE! KANE!"They roared, humans in their wolf forms leaped, pups close to their moms bath them with popcorn and furs flies like snow drops.Everyone around where I sat wore his face and mine wore the brightest smile.Jax Kane.He held the cup in his hand.I was already on my feet, screaming so loud my throat burns with a sign in my hands, viberating.It had the inscription #BLACK ICE BELONGS TO US# in cracked red marker.Three months of being an intern here, I gave him my plays, my nights. My 3AM film breakdowns, mostly breakdown on captain Rhys defense, his rival team.“Trust the delay, Captain. Then burn them.” "Hit the delay, Kane. He drops his shoulder. Every time.”He did and we won.Jax rose the cup high up, for the cameras and I felt it was to me.Confetti was stuck to my lashes, my voice gone from the shout.This had to mean something. Right?