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“I wish I could say the same to you.”
He sighed. “Am I that obvious?”
“I’ve known you since I was twelve. You have that look about you. Is something wrong?”
He leaned against the counter with his hands gripping the edge, and the expression on his face quickly turned into one I hadn’t seen before. It instantly made me worry.
“What, Jax? You’re freaking me out.”
“I know. I don’t know how to say it other than…” He hesitated before confessing…
“I royally fucked up, Kinley. And now I need your help.”
THE END
It’s only the beginning or is it the end for …
Jax Colton.
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Prologue
—Jax—
Seven years ago
“How does it feel to be known as the greatest of all time?”
I smiled at the reporter’s question. “It feels great.”
I'd spent the last hour at this damn press junket, and all I kept thinking about was getting the hell out of here. I needed to unwind and have a fucking drink.
For the next twenty minutes, question after question was thrown in my face. The more personal it was, the better the ratings were. I knew how this game was played, having a love/hate relationship with the press since I’d begun playing for Miami five years ago.
“Jax,” the same reporter called out. “Do you think you’re ever going to settle down?”
I grinned. “Not anytime soon.”
The same journalist added, “Do you see yourself getting married maybe? Starting a family? A son who could carry on your legacy?”
I resisted the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.
“Have any of the models you’ve been seen with this past month finally caught your attention enough to possibly become a girlfriend?” another reporter asked, bringing my attention over to her.
“I don’t have time for any distractions that include anything more than no strings attached.”
My answer seemed to appease them. They didn’t ask about my personal life for the rest of the interview. Instead, we spoke stats which was always my favorite.
Once the conference was over, I jumped in my truck and hightailed it out of there. I was ready to get my night started with some booze and women. I wasn’t a big drinker, but with the way I had been feeling, I needed it. I wanted to let go for the evening, craving liquor and pussy.
It wasn’t hard for me to pick up groupies—they threw their panties at me. Especially when they saw me out on the town. By the time I’d made it to the bar, it was packed to the rim with people, some I recognized and others I didn’t. I ordered a Jack and Coke before meeting up with a couple of teammates. We hung out, drinking and shooting the shit about nothing in particular, before I needed a break from the stifling atmosphere.
Excusing myself, I made my way out onto the empty balcony, wanting a change of scenery for a few minutes. It was hotter than Hell in there, and I wasn’t a fan of big crowds beyond the stadium. I leaned against the railing and rested my elbows on it, taking in the people dancing inside, when all of a sudden the music changed to a much slower beat. I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better look at the girl in the center of the dance floor with her back to me.
Her long hair cascaded down her back as her hips seductively swayed to the rhythm of the song. She was wearing a tight backless white dress that accentuated all the curves of her body, leaving very little to the imagination. I stood there amazed and in awe of the woman dancing, with all eyes on her as she slowly worked her hands up toward her head to run her fingers through her hair, holding it up off her back.
