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“Win a date with a hockey player?” I growled at Tucker. “Are you fucking joking right now? You trade me to the worst fucking team in the league and then pull a stunt like this? I asked you if there were any fucking catches with the contract and you told me no. You said it was one year and that was it. It was the best offer I had on the table. And now I’m supposed to parade around like a fucking clown for a fucking date?”

I pulled Tucker toward me again.

He put his hands up.

They shook.

Good. They should be shaking. I’m going to need a new agent soon. And a good defense attorney because I’m going to throw him out of a fucking window in about three seconds.

My teeth clenched tight and my top lip curled like a hungry dog.

“Atlas,” Tucker said. Blood stained his right front tooth. “You might want to give me a second here. To allow my guests to leave.”

“Guests?” I growled.

Lost in my own world of pissed rage -Someone is going to win a fucking date with me?- I didn’t realize someone else was in the office.

I turned my head and saw a woman sitting on a chair.

A young boy next to her.

My mouth started to open.

I felt the words ready to slide out -Who the fuck are these people?

My brain quickly registered reality.

I knew who they were.

They owned the Sola Empire - the hockey team I now played for.

TheVerwert Familywere well known for their real estate holdings across the world. Kind of a quiet family compared to other outspoken billionaire families, but still… they were billionaires and they owned the hockey team.

They were the ones who signed the contract that brought me here.

Oscar was the bigwig.

His wife - Ellen - stared at me.

Their son stared at me too.

I released my hold on Tucker’s shirt.

I noticed a fancy looking tissue box, swiped one and handed it to him.

“Clean yourself up,” I suggested. “We have royalty here.”

“Royalty?” Ellen laughed.

I turned to face her and threw a quick grin on my face.

Her son continued to stare up at me.

The little guy wore aSola Empirehoodie with a flannel over it.

Way overdressed for this West Coast beach weather, but he was trying to look the part of a cool skater kid.

Even though the kid was worth billions already.

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