Lahat ng Kabanata ng Puck in bed with my brothers enemy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER TWO : Zeek’s POV“Fuck.”I groaned as the girl’s nose hit my groin. Rare to find one who can take all of me down her throat, even my fiancée never managed it.My phone lit up. Of course she’s the one calling, and now I have to chase away this gem of a throat to pretend I’m the perfect partner.“Sugar plum,” she moaned in her perfectly pitched voice, her face flawless even without her glamorous makeup.“My love,” I faked my enthusiasm, “you should be asleep, it’s late.”“Not till you give me a goodnight kiss, baby.” She pouted perfectly, the way she always does when she wants something and needs it to look effortless.It’s all lies though. She won’t call just for a kiss. She probably got tipped off I had a girl with me.“Baby, do you mind walking around and showing me your space?” “It’s the same boring space, sweetheart. Nothing to see.”“But I want to see!” Her tone glitched, losing the sweet pitch she’s fond of. The last thing I wanted was a relationship issue, her fans are

Chapter Four: Zeek’s POV“What’s your full name? What’s your relationship with fucking Leo Cane and his team?”“That’s none of your business.”“Everything about you is my business now. You signed the contract.”She crossed her arms, that same infuriating calm settling over her face like none of this shit actually touched her. Like she wasn’t standing in my space, with Leo’s smug face glowing on her lock screen.“I like his stick handling. That’s it. Are we done here?”“Nobody has a professional athlete as their lock screen because they like his stick handling—or are we talking other sticks?”“Some of us appreciate skill without needing an explanation for it.”I didn’t buy a single word. She was either some puck bunny desperate to climb the next available dick for clout, ready to sell a story, sell her body, sell whatever leverage she thought she had or Leo had planted her himself. Some weak-ass move to rattle me right before the biggest game of the season. Typical Cane. Too much of a

Chapter 6: Zeek’s POVYou can sue me if you want and I’ll gladly go to jail if it comes to that but one thing I won’t stop doing is thinking about her fucking mouth during warmups.I fucked two days ago, it can’t be my dick thinking for me, but the thought of a certain red head mouth around my dick is making me hard I’m not even gonna lie. I shouldn’t think about her or any other female I know. Winning first, then bitches later — I know, that’s my motto but there’s something about this girl. Something wrong and intoxicating while being daring and I fucking love dares! That was the problem. Every time I tried to lock in before the game against Apex, my head dragged me straight back to that hotel room. The only way her breath caught and the way she froze for half a second before kissing me back like she has been waiting for that moment all her life. The soft little sound she made when I put my hands on her. I skated harder and told my head to shut the hell up.Then I saw her.It w

CHAPTER EIGHT: Lila’s POVHis eyes stayed on my mouth long enough that the air between us changed.I should have stepped back. I should have said something cold enough to cut the moment. Instead I stood there like an idiot, pulse hammering in my throat, watching the way his jaw flexed once like he was deciding whether to be smart or not.He wasn’t smart.Zeek closed the distance in one step, one hand coming up to grip the side of my neck, and then his mouth was on mine. It wasn’t careful or soft, It was the same rough, claiming heat from the hotel room, only this time there was blood still drying on his skin and the cold night air around us and the very real chance that someone could walk out of that side door at any second.I made a sound against his mouth that I knew we would both regret later. My hands came up between us, in a weak attempt to push, but my fingers curled into the front of his jersey instead. He tasted like salt and copper. When he deepened the kiss, tilting my hea

CHAPTER TEN: Lila’s POVI almost deleted the message.My thumb hovered right over the option, fully prepared to erase Zeek Marlow’s little summons like the arrogant memo it was. Ten a.m. and his address like I was an employee he’d scheduled a review with. The audacity of this man knew no ceiling, and honestly, I respected the commitment to villainy even while I hated it.But I didn’t delete the message. I closed the app and pretended I had.By 7:40 I was at the arena’s media office with my coffee in one hand, uploading last night’s chaos with the other, because apparently the world doesn’t stop just because your entire life detonated in a hotel room and then again in a parking lot. Editors wanted selects. Socials needed clean action shots from the third period and the fight, because nothing sells engagement like a good scandal with a bloody eyebrow attached. I put my headphones on and forced my brain to think about light and composition instead of the exact way Zeek’s mouth had felt