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Chapter Eleven – Collision Course

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Walking into the training facility felt less like showing up for work and more like stepping into a courtroom, and I was already the defendant.

It started this morning, when I went to Cade’s place expecting to ride with him.

No Cade.

Just a folded note on the counter in his terrible handwriting:

Since you’re miraculously well enough to hang out with Kelvin, I bet you can find your way to the training ground just fine.

I stared at it for thirty seconds, debating whether to laugh or set it on fire. In the end, I shoved it in my bag.

By the time I made it to the facility, the place was alive with the sound of squeaking sneakers, bouncing balls, and the low hum of men who’d been up since dawn.

A tall guy in team gear spotted me just inside the door. “Uh, media day’s not today.”

“I’m not media,” I said, hitching my bag higher.

He looked me over like that answer still didn’t compute. “Family?”

“Worse. Personal assistant.”

His brows went up. “Ah. So you’re here for Reeve.”

“Unfortunately, ye
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  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Eleven – Collision Course

    Walking into the training facility felt less like showing up for work and more like stepping into a courtroom, and I was already the defendant.It started this morning, when I went to Cade’s place expecting to ride with him.No Cade.Just a folded note on the counter in his terrible handwriting:Since you’re miraculously well enough to hang out with Kelvin, I bet you can find your way to the training ground just fine.I stared at it for thirty seconds, debating whether to laugh or set it on fire. In the end, I shoved it in my bag.By the time I made it to the facility, the place was alive with the sound of squeaking sneakers, bouncing balls, and the low hum of men who’d been up since dawn.A tall guy in team gear spotted me just inside the door. “Uh, media day’s not today.”“I’m not media,” I said, hitching my bag higher.He looked me over like that answer still didn’t compute. “Family?”“Worse. Personal assistant.”His brows went up. “Ah. So you’re here for Reeve.”“Unfortunately, ye

  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Ten – Off the Clock

    Lying to Cade wasn’t my worst idea this week… but it was close.If I was going to pull it off, today was the only window I had.Training camp went full throttle tomorrow. Today? Just a light shootaround, a little film review, and some sponsor calls, nothing he couldn’t handle without me breathing down his neck.So I dressed for the part. Oversized sweater, baggy jeans, hair in a lazy bun. The kind of outfit that said Please don’t talk to me, I’m one bad question away from tears.When I stepped inside his place, Cade glanced up from a protein shake. His eyes flicked over me, head tilting.“You look…” He searched for the word. “…like you’ve already given up on life.”“Medical condition,” I said, waving him off. “You wouldn’t survive it.”A flicker crossed his face, something softer than his usual smirk, before he set the cup down.“You should rest. Take the afternoon off. Whatever needs doing can wait until tomorrow.”“Cool. See you then,” I said, already backing toward the door.“Wow.

  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Nine: Playing With Fire

    Cade hadn’t said a word since we got in the car.He was quiet. Not the focused kind of quiet. This was the kind of stillness that made you wonder what storm was brewing under it.I leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed, replaying Media Day like a highlight reel.Did I say something wrong? No.Did a reporter push one of his buttons? Possibly. But he hadn’t snapped a mic in half or launched a folding chair, so that felt like progress.The silence dragged until it was impossible to ignore.“Alright,” I said finally, glancing at him. “If you’re gunning for the world record in passive-aggressive sulking, congrats, you’re in first place.”His hands tightened on the wheel before he finally spoke. “Kelvin, huh?”Oh. So that’s what this was about.“Kelvin what?” I asked, already biting back a grin.“You were flirting.”“And?”“I missed the part where your job description included letting a guy play with your necklace.”I tilted my head. “Relax, Reeve. It was a necklace, not my hotel

  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Eight: Media Day

    After an ungodly amount of shouting, threatening, and promising to pour ice water on his million-dollar face, Cade actually made it to Media Day, on time.Not just on time. Early.He didn’t look like someone who’d been out until 2AM or nearly slept through the start of his own season. Fresh fade, crisp team-branded zip-up over matching joggers, and that annoyingly unbothered confidence still intact.We were barely fifteen minutes in when Lizzy approached, heels snapping, clipboard in hand, mouth ready to lecture, until she saw Cade.“You’re… early,” she said to Cade, genuinely confused.He gave her a lazy salute. “Told you I’m evolving.”Her eyes landed on me. “I assume his early presence has something to do with you.”I shrugged. “You did text me.”Lizzy crossed her arms, studying me like she wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Then, surprisingly, she gave a small nod.“I might’ve judged you too quickly,” she said. “You’ve got a spine. And I have a weird feeling… you mi

  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Seven: The Resignation

    I didn’t just stroll in late. I made an entrance. The kind of late that makes your manager rehearse exactly how to make it hurt when he lets you go.Mr. Dalton stepped out of his office the second I walked in, like he’d been tracking my absence with a stopwatch.His shoes clicked against the tile as he crossed the floor, expression already halfway to a lecture.“You’re late,” he said flatly.“I know.” I met his stare. “But I won’t be staying long.”He paused mid-step. “Excuse me?”“I’m quitting,” I said simply. “Effective immediately.”Behind me, I heard Romi suck in a breath. She paused, a tray of muffins in her hands.Dalton straightened, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. “Is this some kind of joke?”“No joke,” I said. “This job was never forever. And now it’s time.”He looked me over, measuring something. “Fine. Just don’t crawl back here when reality smacks you in the face.”“If I ever crawl back, you have permission to lock the door.”Romi set the tray down quietly and wa

  • Play Me Like You Mean It   Chapter Six: Hire Me. I Dare You

    Mr. Dalton acted like giving me a day off had shaved years off his life. He didn’t so much greet me as grunt when I clocked in.Yesterday, he handed me a fully paid day off like it was his idea. Today, he was clenching his jaw like I’d stolen it from him.The way he hovered, inspecting every move like I was planning war crimes with the coffee beansI knew exactly why he was acting like I’d spat in his morning brew.Cade.The rich boy had yanked the strings on my schedule, and Mr. Dalton was still tangled in them.But I didn’t care.Because if Cade signed that contract I’d drafted? I’d be out of here faster than Dalton could remind me who signs my paycheck. By early evening, my coworker Tasha poked her head out from the back. “You’re good to go.”I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”She shrugged. “Dalton said you're off the hook. Someone’s waiting for you outside.”Of course.I turned to Romi, who was restocking croissants. “I’m either getting kidnapped or promoted.”She rolled her eyes. “Text

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