LOGINCASSYEveryone was staring.After Damon’s brutal punches, the entire VIP area had gone silent. Phones were out, people whispering, eyes wide with shock. The captain of the Los Angeles Kings had just beaten someone bloody in public—all because of me.Jake lay on the floor, groaning, blood dripping from his nose. Security finally rushed in, but they moved carefully around Damon, clearly hesitant. No one wanted to touch the team captain.“Get him out,” Damon ordered coldly, breathing hard, his knuckles red.The security guards nodded quickly and dragged a dazed Jake toward the exit. They didn’t even question Damon. In this city, no one dared challenge the future of NHL players like him.I stood frozen, heart pounding.Damon turned to me. His dark eyes were still burning with that dangerous possessiveness. For a moment, it felt like the whole club had disappeared and only the two of us existed.Before either of us could speak, Lila appeared.She slid her arm around Damon’s waist possessiv
CASSYThe mansion felt eerily quiet as we stepped inside.Mom had pulled me aside right before she and Richard left for the airport this afternoon. With a glowing smile, she told me they were flying to Greece for their honeymoon—two full weeks.Which meant right now, it was just me and Damon alone in this massive Beverly Hills house.The weight of the day still pressed on my chest as I headed straight for the staircase, desperate to escape the tension between us. “I’m going to bed.”“Wait,” Damon’s deep, rough voice stopped me mid-step.I turned slowly.He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with those intense dark eyes. He was still wearing his black hoodie and jeans, tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest. The dim lighting made him look even more dangerous.He climbed the stairs until he stood on the step just below mine, bringing us almost eye level. The air crackled.“You’ve been avoiding me since we left the arena,” he said quietly. “Talk to me, Cassy.”I hugg
DAMONI saw red the moment I spotted them.That worthless asshole had his hand wrapped tightly around Cassy’s wrist. The girl I’d fucked senseless in Vegas just one week ago.I pulled away from Lila without a word and strode straight toward them. The hallway went quiet. Players, coaches, and staff stepped aside, nodding at me with respect. As captain of the Los Angeles Kings, they always did.“Get your fucking hands off her,” I said, voice cold and low.Jake turned, still gripping her wrist. “Who the hell are you?”I stopped right beside Cassy, towering over him. My jaw clenched as I chewed my gum slowly.“Let her go before I break your arm.” I growled.Jake’s face twisted. He finally released her wrist and stepped back. “What’s your problem, man?”I gave him a dangerous smirk. “Touch her again and you’ll find out.”Jake shot me a bitter look before walking away. Cassy rubbed her sore wrist, looking stunned by how aggressively I had intervened.The rest of the day was filled with curi
CASSYThe next morning, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new bedroom, adjusting the collar of my team polo shirt.Today was my first official day as a sports physiotherapist for the Los Angeles Kings. I should have felt excited, but all I felt was nervous dread.A knock sounded on my door.“Come in,” I called.Mom peeked inside, smiling brightly. “Breakfast is ready, Sweetheart. Richard wants us all downstairs.”I followed her to the dining area. Richard was already seated, reading the newspaper, while Damon leaned against the kitchen island drinking coffee. He wore a fitted black compression shirt that hugged his broad chest and tattooed arms, with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.His eyes flicked to me, dark and amused. “Morning, Pinky.”My cheeks warmed instantly. I ignored him.Richard looked up with a pleased smile. “Ah, perfect timing. Cassy, today’s your first day, right? Damon has morning training and recovery session. Since you’re both head
CASSYThat same evening, the grand dining room glowed under a massive crystal chandelier. The long mahogany table was set with fine china, candles, and expensive wine.I sat stiffly in my navy dress, nerves twisting in my stomach.Richard raised his glass with a proud smile. “To my beautiful wife Elena and our new family. We’re officially married. We wanted both of you here tonight to celebrate properly.”Mom beamed and clinked her glass with his. “Before we eat, let’s do proper introductions. Cassy, this is Richard’s son, Damon. He’s the captain of the Los Angeles Kings.”“Damon, this is my daughter, Cassy. She’s a talented sports physiotherapist.”I forced a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Damon.”Damon leaned back in his chair, looking cool and arrogant in his black button-up with rolled sleeves. His dark eyes locked on mine as a slow, dangerous smirk appeared.“Nice to meet you too… Pinky.”My cheeks instantly burned.Mom laughed softly. “Oh, you called her Pinky? That’s her chil
CASSYOnly hours earlier, I had walked in on my boyfriend of two years fucking another girl in our bed.Heartbroken and furious, I packed a bag and flew to Las Vegas with my best friends for a girls’ trip to forget the pain.I leaned against the sleek bar inside the crowded club, sipping my martini, when a tall, tattooed figure slid confidently beside me.“You keep looking at me like that and I might think you want trouble,” a deep, rough voice said.I turned and met his intense dark eyes.I recognized him instantly.Damon Voss, the cocky captain of the Los Angeles Kings. Famous for his brutal hits on the ice and his notorious playboy reputation off it. His team had flown into Vegas for a preseason game against the Golden Knights the night before.“I know who you are,” I replied with a teasing smile. “Damon Voss, right? The guy who scored that insane overtime goal last week.”He smirked, leaning one muscular arm on the bar, his presence dominating the space around us. “Impressed?”“Ma







