Offside Hearts Nikki Lawson Novels & Stories

because if I had sat there and watched Sydney choose Marcus with Jamey's cameras pointed at us, the story circulating right now would have been significantly worse. I lifted my glass. "Good to know. Enjoy your night." Sasha stood, picked up her champagne, took exactly two steps away, then stopped. She came back slowly and placed a small card on the bar in front of me. Room thirty two, written in neat handwriting. "I do not like to wait," she said, "so don't take long." She walked away without looking back and I sat there holding the card and feeling, for the first time since I arrived at this party, like the night might not be a complete waste.

"Yesterday, you stood in front of a league compliance officer and told him there was no exit strategy left. If you think you're going to slide back into that west wing the second the sun comes up to protect your focus, you're dead wrong, pixie." "I am not going back to the west wing," Liam breathed, his blue eyes wide and dark as he met the captain’s volatile gaze. He tilted his face up into the warmth of Jaxson's palm, a quiet, sweet surrender that contrast sharply with the fierce defiance in his chest. "There is nothing left in that wing but an empty wardrobe, Jaxson. Marcus’s legal team made sure of that. If the league audits this apartment tomorrow, my skates are exactly where you told t

Her voice was barely above a whisper. I frowned, looking at her, wondering what she was about to say when we heard the sound of a thud. "… care!" Nikki? We both stood up and looked towards the back of the garden. What was she doing here? "That was an order, which you should have followed." Winona’s gentle yet firm voice came. "I don’t follow your rules. You are just an Omega who works for Leo! Remember that, scumbag!" Nikki’s voice came, filled with irritation and disdain.

Even with no voice, she still managed to project suspicion. “You’re acting like you don’t care,” she rasped. “I care in the sense that I prefer concerts where the performers are not hunted for sport,” I said. “That seems… healthier.” Sienna’s mouth twitched. “You’re still weird.” “I’m always weird.” “Different weird,” she insisted. I shut my locker a little too hard. It clanged like a guilty verdict. Before Sienna could interrogate me further, a group of girls swept past us, and Blaire Maddox was right in the center like a queen escorted by her court.

"I don't look like a guy." Coach Miller reached into a bag and pulled out a jersey. Number 22. "The padding adds bulk. We’ll tape your chest. We’ll tuck your hair into a skull cap. With the visor, you’re just another player in a crowd." He looked me dead in the eye. "You challenged the king and you won, Kelsey. Now, I’m asking you to save his throne." I looked at the jersey. I looked at the field. "Fine," I whispered. "But if I get tackled into the next dimension, I’m suing everyone."

Nicole mumbled. "I was thinking the same thing, Ms. Lawless," Brianna said. Huh? "You are a lawyer named Lawless?" I gawked at Nicole. "How did that happen?" Why had that not registered when I went to Nicole's office? Oh yeah, her leading me in, eyes pleading for sex. "That is not relevant, Mr. Nyilas," O'Shea kept coming. "What do you mean 'not relevant'? Are you saying you'd hire a male escort named Quick-fire Small-Penis?" I wondered. "If so, you are a more trusting soul than I."