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Chapter 2

Author: Miss Sunny
The chaos in the locker room was immediate.

"My eyes! It burns!" James was howling like a toddler, rubbing at his face which was slick with lavender-scented massage oil. "I'm going to sue you! I'm going to get you fired!"

The Coach, a stout man with a red face named Miller, stormed into the room. "What the hell is going on here?"

"He attacked me!" James pointed a greasy finger at Oliver. "He threw oil in my face because I told him to do his job!"

Oliver stood there, clutching the empty bottle. He felt small. "It was an accident, Coach. I tripped. James... his foot was in the way."

"His foot?" James scoffed.

"You clumsy idiot. Look at my jersey! This is custom!" He marched up to Oliver and shoved him hard in the shoulder.

"You're going to pay for this. And then you're going to get on your knees and apologize properly."

James reached out again, his hand grabbing Oliver's shirt collar, pulling him close. The look in James's eyes was nasty.

Oliver braced himself. He grew up fighting for everything he had, but he couldn't fight a millionaire's son and keep his job.

Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on James's wrist.

"Let him go."

Alexander stood there. He was fully dressed now, wearing his team track pants and a hoodie, but he still looked menacing. He loomed over James, his grey eyes cold as steel.

"He ruined my jersey, Alex!" James whined, but he let go of Oliver.

"It's oil. It washes out," Alexander said flatly. He stepped in front of Oliver, effectively hiding him from James's view. His broad back was like a shield.

"And if you touch a staff member again, I'll have you benched for the season. Try me, James."

The threat hung in the air. Everyone knew Alexander Whitman was legends, but nobody knew the full extent of his power as one of the richest family in the States - Montgomery.

But they knew he ran this team.

James paled. "Fine. But he still owes me."

"I'll cover it," Alexander said. "I'll do that stupid energy drink commercial you wanted. The one I turned down. You can have the spot. Call it even."

James's eyes lit up. The endorsement deal was worth thousands. "Seriously? For... for him?" He looked at Oliver with disgust, but the money won. "Fine. Whatever."

James stormed off to the showers.

The Coach sighed, shaking his head. "Hartley, be more careful. Alex, thanks for handling it."

When the room cleared out, Oliver looked up at Alexander.

"You didn't have to do that," Oliver said quietly. "That commercial... that's a lot of money."

Alexander turned to look at him. The heat from their earlier collision was gone, replaced by an icy mask. "I just want the team focused on winning. Drama distractions annoy me."

"Still," Oliver smiled, a genuine, lopsided grin. "Thanks. You're not as cold as you look, Captain."

Alexander's eyes flickered to Oliver's lips, then quickly away. He took a step back, putting distance between them. "Don't read into it. And Oliver?"

"Yeah?"

"Watch where you put your hands next time."

With that, Alexander walked away.

A few minutes later, the team manager Bill walked by Oliver. He saw Oliver watching Alexander leave.

"Don't get any ideas, kid," Bill warned, chewing on a toothpick. "I saw how you looked at him."

Oliver blinked. "I was just saying thanks."

"I know your type," Bill chuckled darkly. "You think because he saved you, he's interested? Alexander Whitman is straight as an arrow. He dates supermodels. He doesn't do... guys. So keep it professional, or you're out."

Oliver nodded, keeping his face blank. "Understood."

But as he packed up his kit, Oliver thought about the hardness he had felt against his palm. 'Straight as an arrow? I don't think arrows twitch like that.'

That night, Oliver lay in his small, cramped apartment. The rent was overdue. The student loan emails were piling up.

He needed an escape.

He pulled out his phone and opened Tinder. He didn't use his real face, just a photo of his torso in a tight t-shirt. His profile name was simply "Oli."

Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left.

Then, he paused.

A profile popped up. User: X. 28 years old.

There was no face. Just a photo of a man's chest and abs, taken in a mirror. The body was incredible, broad shoulders, defined obliques, and veins running down muscular arms. He was wearing dark sunglasses in the second photo, sitting by a pool at night.

The bio read. Stress relief. No talking. High end only.

Oliver bit his lip. It screamed "rich guy looking for a secret." Exactly what Oliver needed to forget his day.

He swiped right.

It's a Match!

A message appeared instantly.

X: Are you free now?

Oli: Rough day. I could use a distraction.

X: Come to the St. Regis Hotel. Penthouse Pool. I'll leave a key card at the front desk under 'Guest'. Room 4001.

The St. Regis. The most expensive hotel in the city.

Oliver's heart raced. This was crazy. But the adrenaline was better than the crushing weight of his debt and his dead father's mystery.

"Screw it," Oliver whispered.

He grabbed his jacket and left.

Thirty minutes later, Oliver stepped out of the elevator onto the penthouse floor. The pool area was enclosed in glass, overlooking the city skyline. It was dark, lit only by the blue glow of the underwater lights.

The air was humid and smelled of chlorine and jasmine.

"Hello?" Oliver called out softly.

There was a splash at the far end of the pool. A man surfaced, his back to Oliver. His shoulders were massive, glistening with water. He pushed his wet black hair back with both hands.

He turned around slowly.

He was wearing tight black swim trunks and dark sunglasses, even though it was night. But Oliver didn't need to see the eyes to know that jawline. To know those abs he had touched just hours ago.

It was Alexander.

Oliver stood frozen by the pool edge. Alexander pulled the sunglasses off, squinting into the shadows where Oliver stood.

"You're 'Oli'?" Alexander asked. His voice was husky, just like in the locker room.

Oliver stepped into the light.

Alexander's eyes went wide. He stood up in the shallow end, the water dripping down his chest, leading Oliver's gaze straight to the waistband of his trunks.

"You, Oliver?" Alexander breathed.

"Yes," Oliver whispered, his pulse hammering in his throat.

"The manager said you were straight," Oliver said, taking a bold step toward the water's edge.
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