Lahat ng Kabanata ng Completion Sports: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

My heart rate had tripled—the large room made smaller by Brack’s anger. I calmed myself just enough to hide my trepidation with a mask of stubbornness. “You knew this was coming. This guy wants me. You’ve done what you can by teaching me to defend myself. He’ll pick off the people in my life one after the other. Your cousin is in intensive care because of me. His parents came close to losing their son.” I placed my hand out when Brack came closer.“This isn’t a game, Olivia. This guy will kill you or, like I said, do worse. And that’s only before he kills you. He’s sick. My job is to keep you safe.”This was it. I had to get through his block head. I knew what needed to be said, what twisted words had to be spoken, “Well, that lasted as long as it took you to climb into my pants. You already told me you compromised my safety. You think my father will continue paying you if I tell him that?” My heart almost caved at the emotions that crossed Brack’s face. Hurt, anger, stubbornness, and

Brack’s presence shook me up. I had no doubt he did it on purpose. Unfortunately, he also activated my libido. The man was a sex rocket to an orgasm and I wanted a hot ride. Just the brief glance and my panties grew wet.I took a cold shower at the club while my bodyguards waited outside the women’s lounge. I had no plans to allow Ty to trap me in the shower at my apartment when he decided to pay me a visit.After I dried off, I swirled my wet hair around my finger and snapped it up in a clip. My muscles ached, but this was the best kind of pain. Okay, maybe not. Brack’s pain was more delicious, the jerk. Why had he come here?One of the new bodyguards drove me to an upscale clothing store so I could find an outfit to match the plans I had for tonight. Friendless, I planned to crash my favorite nightclub. I needed something slinky and daring. I took my time perusing the racks until I found the perfect black glitz dress. I’d wear a skin-tone thong to give the added illusion of being ba

My father waited inside my apartment. He and his security team had made a surprise visit to check on my new team. A man delivering a bouquet of flowers tried to enter the building at the same time as my father. Lilies. He carried a full bouquet of lilies. When my father questioned him, the man ran. A security member followed while the other remained with my father and called the police. Because he was a U.S. Senator, half the police department showed up.They caught the man with the flowers. The lead detective in Bethany’s homicide investigation had interviewed him. He wasn’t my stalker and ran only because he had an outstanding warrant. He did have a vague description of Bethany’s murderer or at least I hoped it was him. The man who paid him wore a dark hoodie that obscured most of his face. He was somewhere between five ten and six foot with a medium build. The flower guy hadn’t looked too closely; he was more interested in fifty bucks and another fifty after he delivered the flower

Brack drove me to the country club. Because of the media swarming my apartment and our detoured avoidance of said media, I was late for practice.Jerry appeared ready to have an apoplectic fit. Then, when I introduced Brack as my boyfriend, I thought Jerry’s eyes would bug out of his head. Being late was bad. A lover anywhere near training sessions was taboo. It broke every rule in Jerry’s book.“What the hell are you doing, Stradmore?” he hissed as soon as we were far enough away from Brack that he couldn’t overhear.I stopped walking and turned to my coach. Brack and I discussed what to say during the drive over. “You know there’s an insane man stalking me, right?”Jerry only grunted.“I feel safer with Brack by my side. We’re in a relationship and he’s a big guy.”Jerry rolled his eyes. “You know I already chased the media away by saying you weren’t scheduled for the court today. When they finally see you with surfer boy it will be headline news. Is that what you want?”It was hard

The fuse that held me back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against me. He didn’t let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest came down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. We’ve only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill me with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked me up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried me into my room and sat me on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet.“Jump in the shower while I grab my bag,” he said as he helped me up from the bed.I needed to relax. At the same time, I felt a little let down. I wa