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2025-08-28 07:00:32CHAPTER 45
MASON
The hallway was quieter after the meeting, the hum of conversation fading as people split off for drills or coffee. I’d just started heading toward the locker rooms when a hand caught my arm.
Markus.
“Got a minute?” he asked, all polite smile and sharp eyes.
I could’ve said no. I should’ve said no. But curiosity and that little flare of irritation from earlier had me nodding. “Sure.”
He led me toward a quieter corner, away from the main flow of players. His suit was perfectly pressed, his tie knotted like he’d practiced it in the mirror ten times. Even his cologne smelled expensive.
“This will be quick,” Markus said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I wanted to speak to you privately about… opportunities.”
I arched a brow. “Opportunities?&r
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CHAPTER 46TYLERI was still pissed.Not just at Markus — though the smug smile and the way he tore apart my game like he’d been waiting for the chance definitely sat high on the list — but at Mason too.The worst part? I knew they weren’t wrong.Every time I replayed the drill in my head, I could see the gap Markus pointed out. Could feel it.But knowing they were right didn’t make me want to hear it. Especially not from Markus with his perfect hair, perfect coat, and perfectly timed digs.I’d decided to bury my head in my pillow for the rest of the day. Literally. I yanked it over my face, breathing into the warm fabric until my heartbeat slowed a little. When I pulled it back…There was something underneath.A folded piece of paper. No — glossy, not paper.I froze.It was a photo.And not just any photo — me and Mason. In the shower stall. From before. His chest pressed to my back, my head tipped forward, water streaming down our bodies. The angle was grainy, but you could see enou
Craving The Enemy CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 45MASONThe hallway was quieter after the meeting, the hum of conversation fading as people split off for drills or coffee. I’d just started heading toward the locker rooms when a hand caught my arm.Markus.“Got a minute?” he asked, all polite smile and sharp eyes.I could’ve said no. I should’ve said no. But curiosity and that little flare of irritation from earlier had me nodding. “Sure.”He led me toward a quieter corner, away from the main flow of players. His suit was perfectly pressed, his tie knotted like he’d practiced it in the mirror ten times. Even his cologne smelled expensive.“This will be quick,” Markus said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I wanted to speak to you privately about… opportunities.”I arched a brow. “Opportunities?&r
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CHAPTER 44TYLERI woke up to the softest thing imaginable. Not the sheets, not the sun on my face—Mason’s mouth, warm and slow, pressing against mine like he was trying to coax me out of sleep without words.“Morning,” he murmured against my lips, his voice all deep and groggy.I groaned, half from the kiss and half because mornings were not my thing. “Too early.”He grinned, brushing my hair back with his fingers. “It’s not early. You just like being lazy.”Before I could answer, he kissed me again—longer this time, his hand sliding up my side under the blanket. His thumb rubbed over my ribs like he had all the time in the world.“You should go shower,” I mumbled, trying to push his chest lightly.“We should shower,” he corrected, eyes glinting.I blinked. “We?”Mason looked at me like I’d just said the dumbest thing ever. “Ty, we’ve literally—” He paused, smirking. “You’ve been on your knees for me. I’ve had you moaning in the showers before. And you’re acting shy about sharing one
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CHAPTER 43TYLERThe new sports agent showed up late the next morning, wearing a suit so sharp it probably had its own PR team.Markus Vance.That was his name. The higher-ups had been hyping him up since the national team merge announcement — “the best in the business,” “can get you any contract,” “a master negotiator.”From the way he walked into the rec hall, he already knew it.“Gentlemen,” Markus said, flashing a practiced smile as if cameras were already on him. “It’s an honor to work with the best of the best. I’ve followed your careers — and trust me, the opportunities coming your way? Life-changing.”A few of the guys clapped. Mason just leaned against the wall, arms crossed.Markus’s gaze landed on him almost immediately. “Mason Grant,” he said like he was greeting royalty. “In the flesh. I’ve heard… stories.”Mason’s mouth ticked up in that lazy smirk. “Guess it depends which ones you’ve heard.”Markus stepped closer — too close — and gave him a slow once-over. “All of them
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CHAPTER 42TYLERThe steam was heavy in the shower room, curling around my head as the hot water beat against my shoulders. I tilted my face up into the spray, trying to let it wash away the whirlwind of thoughts.National team.Mixed rosters.Me… playing with him.Not that I hated the idea. If anything, it was an honor. Every player in the country wanted that spot, and I had it. We all had it.But the thought of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Mason Grant — not just at practice but in an actual national jersey — yeah, that was a whole different kind of pressure.I was mid-rinse when I felt it. That unmistakable awareness of being watched.I turned.And there he was. Mason. Leaning against the tiled wall like he owned the room, droplets sliding down his chest from his own shower stall. His eyes were locked on me like he’d been waiting for me to notice him.My voice came out rougher than I meant. “You’re staring.”His smirk deepened. “You make it hard not to.”I swallowed, suddenly
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CHAPTER 41MASONThe second we stepped into the room, I knew we’d walked into an ambush.Malik was stretched out on Tyler’s bed like he’d been posing for a Men’s Health spread, Avery had his arms crossed against the wall, Damien was lounging in the chair like a smug mob boss, and Liam was perched on my bed, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.Every single one of them was staring at us.“Well, well, well…” Malik dragged the words out, eyes flicking between me and Tyler. “Took you long enough.”Tyler froze mid-step, glare already forming. “What are you even talking about?”Avery snorted. “Oh, come on. You two leave together looking all tense, vanish for hours, and now you stroll back in here looking… relaxed.”Damien added, “Tyler’s hair looks suspiciously messed up, by the way.”Tyler touched his hair instantly, muttering, “It’s not messed up.”I leaned against the doorframe, folding my arms and letting the smirk come naturally. “So, what exactly are you accusing us of?”Malik pro
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