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Total pages in book: 70
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I am and have been many owner of the Charleston Cougars, CFO of Maxfield Corp, and ex-Chicago mafia prince. One thing I was certain I’d never be called? Husband. But that was before the Irish mafia princess Serenity O’Brien showed up outside my door, calling in one of my favors. Her prick of a father was about to sell her off to an allying family like a broodmare, and she wants me to help make her unsellable by stealing her prized virginity. I can’t do that to her. So I offer to marry her instead. The solution is a temporary fix to her problem, and at least with me, I know she’ll be safe.I vow not to touch her, but she has other plans. I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, and marrying her only makes that worse. Not to mention she’s hell-bent on seducing me to ensure she loses all value to her family. But that’s the thing she doesn’t realize. She’s the most valuable thing on the planet to me. And the more time we spend together, the harder I fall for the sweet princess who should absolutely stay away from a monster like me. Serenity is stronger than she realizes, and she accepts me for exactly who I am. When we collide? It’s earth-shattering. And there’s no going back. I don’t care if her entire family comes after us, I’ll protect her at all costs. She’s mine.

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CHAPTER 1

Gareth

Icouldn't feel my fingertips.

We'd moved up our monthly poker game by a couple of weeks so we could be in Lake Tahoe for New Year's Eve, and Asher’s snowboarding event had lasted two hours past acceptable. The thick ski gloves had done their best, but even at the game I’d barely been able to hold my damn cards.

At least the game had been uneventful, seeing as at the last one, Crossland and Doyle had pulled their cocks out and put both of their NHL teams on the line.

Thank fuck Cross had won, but I knew Doyle wasn't going to let that shit slide. He'd been uncharacteristically quiet tonight, and we'd ended the game before midnight so my friends could go ring in the new year with their significant others.

I couldn't believe that they all had a constant partner now, but I wasn't about to crash their party as the one single person left in our inner circle.

Despite the quick shower I’d taken before the game, the cold still clung to my bones. The chill from the slopes had worked itself into the very marrow, and now that I had nothing on the agenda, I jumped right back into the scalding hot shower and took my sweet ass time.

It wasn't like I had a date waiting for me, even though I could’ve secured one. I just wasn't in the mood. And even though I was up-front with all my casual dates about what they were, sometimes on holidays like New Year's Eve, they got other ideas.

Ideas like I was boyfriend material or worse, marriage material.

I was the furthest from either.

Not because of my bachelor tendencies, or because I traveled more than I stayed in one place, but because of my past. I'd done my best to eradicate the darker aspects of my history, but shadows always have a way of surfacing. Like old enemies looking for a weak spot against my family, enough to ensure I never made things serious with anybody.

Not that I'd ever dated anyone who made me think it'd be worth the risk.

When the shower water shifted to lukewarm, I shut it off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. I finally felt warm again and was seriously contemplating punching Asher the next time I saw him.

I loved adrenaline rushes as much as the next person, but staying outside in frigid temperatures for six hours? No fucking thanks.

A knock on my door sounded. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it read fifteen to midnight, and I hurried over, more than ready to dig into the room service I’d ordered before I got in the shower.

I swung the door open, the breath stalling in my lungs. It wasn’t a hotel attendant that had every muscle in my body locking up.

It was Serenity O’Brien.

The soft-spoken, drop-dead-gorgeous daughter of one of my family’s biggest rivals. The daughter of the most insufferable bastard to ever gain a seat at our invite-only poker game.

The woman who had a starring role in my most forbidden fantasies.

Her long blonde hair hung in waves over her shoulders, the same hair that had gotten caught in my cufflinks at one of the first games she attended. The incident had put her in my arms for a brief moment, and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since.

Her bright blue eyes looked up at me with all sorts of emotions I couldn’t even pretend to read, and a cream-colored trench was cinched tight around her supple waist, the tie loose and desperate to unravel under my fingers. One tug and I could slide my hands inside, smooth them over her no doubt warm, soft skin.

I furrowed my brow, stopping the vision in its tracks. “Why are you in a trench—never mind, what do you want?” I used the tone I'd constantly kept with her—low, sharp, and to the point.

I couldn’t allow myself to show her anything else. Anything other than someone she didn’t want to fuck with. Because if I showed her the truth? It'd be like inviting an innocent little bunny into a wolf den.

It didn’t matter that I’d wanted her since the first moment I saw her. She belonged to a rival family and was a sweet little virgin who deserved a sweet little guy.

Not someone like me.

Before she could answer, my room service arrived, and she shifted out of the way as the resort employee awkwardly wheeled in the tray and left it there, his eyes shifting between us in question before he practically sprinted back to the elevators down the hall.

I glanced down at myself, realizing I was still in just a towel. Was that why Serenity's eyes had been raking over my chest, snagging on every inch of ink I had?

“Serenity?” I asked.

She visibly swallowed, dipping her delicate fingers into her coat pocket and retrieving something that she promptly shoved into my hand.

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From Amazon top ten bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire, fake relationship romance you won't want to miss!I hold several NHL Calgary Team Owner, McClaren Empire Heir, and Insatiable Playboy.My friends believe I’m more likely to walk on the moon than hold down a monogamous relationship, and that’s never bothered me…Until now.Call me cocky, but I don’t like being told I can’t do something. So when my best friend throws down a high-stakes bet stating I can’t stay in a serious relationship for three months, I lie and tell him I’m already in one.Not my most brilliant move.In an effort to prove everyone wrong, I approach the first woman I see and offer her ten thousand to be my girlfriend for thirty minutes.Thirty minutes turns into a negotiation for three months, and to my utter surprise, Aspen is more than willing to play the part. She needs the cash to take care of her sister’s college fees, so it’s a win-win for both of us.Aspen is funny, smart, and humble to her core. She plays her role as my girlfriend almost too well, and soon I find myself wanting to spend time with her even when the public isn’t watching.The lines between pretend and reality blur, and one steamy night with my fake girlfriend turns my entire world on its axis. We started this relationship under false pretenses and with a hefty price tag, but soon I’m willing to risk everything to make it real.But Aspen’s history is complicated, and just when I think there’s hope for the future, it nearly shatters everything. To keep her in my life forever, I’ll have to prove to her that nothing will come between us—not money, fame, or our pasts.

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CHAPTER 1

Crossland

“Istill can’t believe you two,” Weston said from his seat right next to Asher at the poker table, but his eyes were on Ethan and me. “You both repelled down a skyscraper today but wouldn’t tour the live volcano.”

Ethan and I shared a look, but Ethan was the first to speak. “Hey, I boarded down one. Isn’t that enough?” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “He’s the one that didn’t do either. Why don’t you give him more shit?”

I gave him a mock offended look. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus.” I shook my head. “Repelling down the skyscraper didn’t involve being chased by hot lava at the same time.”

Fuck that. I was all for nature and hiking and exploring the local terrain, but it didn’t matter what Weston tasked me with. I would never be one to risk my life as much as he did. Though he had slowed down ever since he and Brynn got engaged.

Had to give him credit though, this morning had been unmatched. Dawn had just broken the sky when we’d repelled down the city skyscraper, the entire cityscape of New York stretching out before us as we plummeted down. It wasn’t something I’d easily forget. Thankfully, there was no lava included.

“I think you’re all nuts,” Asher said, leaning back in his chair just enough to flash his fiancé, Daisy, a wink. “You wouldn’t catch me doing that.”

“You did the volcano boarding,” Weston countered. “What’s so different about flying down the side of that versus going straight down a skyscraper?”

“The difference is I had control of the board, and my feet were firmly on the ground. There wasn’t just a flimsy harness and carabiner holding me steady.”

“What’s life without a little risk?” Weston teased.

“That’s the beauty of this group,” Asher said. “We get to choose our risks.”

“Speaking of this little group,” I said, glancing around the table and noticing one seat was empty. “Where is the dismal sixth player?”

Gareth had been uncharacteristically quiet—even for him—as we waited to get our game started, but I spared a glance to the empty seat, and the one directly behind it that Serenity usually occupied.

“He’s late,” Weston explained. “Let’s wait another ten minutes. If he doesn’t show up, we’ll start without him.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and he won’t show up at all.” I knew that wouldn’t be the case, but a guy could dream.

“I’m not that lucky,” Gareth said.

I glanced to my right, cocking a brow at him. “You don’t really mean that,” I said. “I bet my Rolex that you’d be the most upset out of all of us if Doyle suddenly lost his seat in this game.”

Gareth flashed me a warning glare, one that I dutifully ignored. The guy was undeniably scary, and, as his best friends, we’d certainly heard more than our fair share of stories that sounded more like a mafia movie script than real life, but he didn’t scare me. Maybe that made me reckless, but I didn’t care.

The guy couldn’t keep his eyes off Serenity whenever she was in the room. Even when he wasn’t directly looking at her, he always knew where she was, like he had a sixth sense about it. And yeah, we were all worried about the girl, especially with her father being the asshole that he was, but with Gareth, it was different, and I loved pointing it out when no one else would.

“Speaking of Serenity,” I said, even though no one had, I just enjoyed getting a rise out of Gareth. “Has she called in her chip yet?”

“Jesus, Crossland,” Ethan said, but laughed. “He’s going to murder you.”

“No way,” I argued, leaning over to nudge Gareth with my elbow. “He loves me too much. Not that you ever tell me,” I added for good measure, batting my eyes dramatically. It was enough to get the barest of smiles from him, which he held close to his chest like he’d run out if he used them too much.

“I wouldn’t murder him,” Gareth said.

“See?” I aimed at Ethan, who sat on Gareth’s right. “I’m his favorite. Come to think of it…” I tilted my head, dramatically running my fingers over my trimmed goatee. “Actually, I’m everybody’s favorite.”

Asher shook his head, barely holding back his laugh as he shuffled the cards.

“You’re not my favorite,” Gareth continued. “But I wouldn’t murder you. That would be too easy. Do you really want to find out what happens to people who think it’s entertaining to fuck with me?”

Now that was enough to pique my curiosity. Gareth rarely evoked the old-school tone we all knew he’d used when he’d been entrenched with his family legacy, but whenever he did, it was intimidating as hell. I knew he was just fucking with me, but damn, I never wanted to be on the other end of a genuine threat from him.

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From Amazon top ten bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire romance you won't want to miss!I’m called many owner of the MLB’s Charleston Hurricanes, perpetual bachelor, and the biggest asshole this side of home plate.I’ve never had a problem with that.Until now.My infamous temper has landed me in serious trouble, and now I’m at risk of losing the baseball team I love.The answer to my salvation is a life coach.I have to complete three months of anger management sessions or I can kiss my ownership status goodbye.Sounds easy. Follow the rules and do whatever the coach tells me.The only problem?My renowned life coach happens to be the irresistibly gorgeous woman I met and shared a world-shaking kiss with last night.Alexandra is compassionate, smart, and has a blunt sense of honesty that keeps me on my toes.Each session leaves me thirsting after her in the most addictive way.But neither one of us believes in relationships.We absolutely can’t go there.Until we do.And it’s electric.She makes me want things. Impossible things. Spend forever with me kind of things.But love is a painful game I promised myself I’d never play again, and when our difficult pasts threaten to break us, I realize it’s not just my team I’m at risk of losing…it’s her.And I’ll have to figure out how to fix what broke me in the first place if I have any chance of keeping them.

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CHAPTER 1

Ethan

The sound of clay chips knocking against each other filled the private room in the back of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, which served the absolute best burgers in the city.

I’d already devoured my favorite—a beast of a meal with their signature barbecue sauce slathered all over it—before the game started. Gareth had two before we’d even sat down at the poker table.

Hang gliding over Folly Beach did wonders for our appetite, even though the event was less strenuous compared to our normal monthly adventures. I’d take sailing through the air over hiking a volcano any day, even when Wes gave me shit about not following through on the lava-chasing any chance he could.

“Is no one going to bring up the massive shit-show Berkley is in?” Doyle O’Brien—the most recent and unwanted addition to our monthly game—asked while Asher dealt the cards.

Anger spiked in my blood, a low simmer that often built to an outburst. My anger issues weren’t a secret, and there was shit all I’d been able to do about it…until now.

“Figured you got all you needed to know from the media coverage,” I said, shooting him a glare across the table.

“I’ve watched the video at least a dozen times,” the prick said, his chest puffing out as he chuckled. “I just want to know what the innocent fan said to set you off.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the chips I’d been playing with a little too hard.

Innocent fan my ass. He’d shot a derogatory slur at one of my players, not that anyone cared to report on that. All the media wanted to do was crucify me as the asshole they’ve always painted me as. And yeah, I have a fucking short fuse and maybe words aren’t supposed to be met with physical violence, but sometimes the situation calls for it.

“Back off,” Crossland warned from his seat right next to Doyle.

Gareth didn’t need to voice a warning, he simply leveled a don’t-fuck-with-me look in Doyle’s direction to get his point across. Asher and Weston remained quiet as they watched the scene, but I knew they had my back—our little chosen family was a tight-knit one, even with the newest addition of Asher’s fiancé, Daisy. Their support helped quell the growing anger in my chest, and I took a steadying breath. Doyle definitely wasn’t worth the effort.

“How is Declan handling the coverage?” Asher asked as he finished dealing the cards.

The coverage was my friend’s very polite way of referring to the video captured of me climbing over the Hurricanes’s stadium walls and breaking a fan’s jaw. There were at least a hundred different videos of the incident circulating across social media sites right now, all showing different angles of me knocking the guy out.

I flexed my right hand, my knuckles still sore.

What the video didn’t show was what he’d called my player.

“He’s handling it in the way any publicist handles these things.” I shrugged, glancing discreetly at the cards I was holding. A pocket pair of kings.

“Has he prepared a statement for you?” Weston asked, sharing a concerned look with Asher on his right.

“He tried,” I admitted. “But I wouldn’t approve it. It wasn’t the truth. And he said my statement would only make the public hate me more than they already do. They’re already calling for my head, let alone my position.”

The public couldn’t unseat me as owner of the Charleston Hurricanes, but the league commissioner sure as hell could, especially if our sales dropped because of any bad press I brought down on us. Plus, the other MLB owners had a say too.

I’d really fucking stepped in it this time.

“So what’s the strategy?” Asher asked.

I sighed. “I have to complete anger management therapy with a life coach or whatever they’re calling it now. And be super public about it.”

Wes and Asher nodded, the others sending much of the same sympathetic looks my way. All except Doyle, of course. He stared at his cards like he wanted to toss them. Fucker was easier to read than the daily news.

“When do you meet this life coach?” Crossland asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” I answered.

“Maybe it’ll be a good thing,” Asher said, always the optimist.

“Sure,” I said. “Maybe he’ll snap his fingers and I’ll suddenly not be who I’ve always been.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Asher said.

“I know,” I said, sighing.

It wasn’t any of their fault. I’d gotten myself into this mess, and despite my firm belief that the fan deserved what he got, I knew it was wrong. Didn’t undo the situation. For the first time since becoming the Hurricanes’ owner, I kind of wish I was like the other MLB owners and just stayed in my box where I belonged. But I was involved and committed to my team in a way that demanded my time be spent closer to the action. Not always, but most of the time.

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From Amazon top ten bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire, forbidden office romance you won't want to miss!

I wear several owner of the NFL’s Raleigh Raptors, heir to the Rutherford empire, and certified adrenaline junkie.

One label I’ll never wear?

Reckless.

I may love skydiving and touring live volcanoes, but risking my life is easy.
My heart? That’s another thing entirely.

For years I’ve kept my best friend and personal assistant Brynn Allen in the strictly platonic section of my wild life, but she’s owned me since high school.
She’s smart, funny, logical, brilliant, and beyond gorgeous. To put it plainly, she’s perfection wrapped in a tempting little package.

But I’ll never risk what I can’t afford to lose.
And losing Brynn would ruin me.

After a bet in our poker game has me handing over my newly acquired marketing firm for Brynn to save, my once always-by-my-side assistant has her hands more than full. The last thing she needs is my resolve slipping when it comes to keeping a safe distance from her.

But one night, we cross that line I’ve held for years, and it’s better than any fantasy.
We’re fire, electric, combustible.
And now there’s no going back.

To keep her, I’ll have to do the one thing I’ve never done before—be reckless with my heart and hope I don’t break us in the end.

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WESTON

Adrenaline surged through my veins, making my knee bounce underneath the poker table. Or the involuntary action could be happening because I was heads up in a poker hand with none other than Doyle fucking O’Brien.

Not only was his personality as appealing as a viper’s, his presence at our exclusive poker game was a monthly reminder about one of the rare times I’d ever lost a bet with an outsider. A fucking Ducati race, at that. Jesus, when he’d made the bet, I doubted a bike could even haul him uphill, let alone beat me by a fucking centimeter.

“You should bet the Raptors,” Doyle said, his beady eyes locking on mine from where he sat to Gareth’s left.

“Not a fucking chance,” I said, shaking my head as I scribbled another bet on a white chip. I’d connected with the flop, boasting two pair and a straight draw. I wasn’t going anywhere. Could it be because I wanted to bust Doyle any chance I got? Probably, but I still had a good hand.

Not good enough to put my NFL team on the table, though, not that I’d ever put it at risk. It was one of the only things my prick of a father left me after he died that I actually loved.

“You sure?” Doyle asked. “I could really turn that team around.”

“You couldn’t turn around shit even if you were wearing roller skates,” Crossland said, openly glaring at Doyle.

Cross never hesitated to get in a jab toward him, but in his defense, Doyle constantly berated not only us, our guests, and our companies, but also his daughter and any other female who happened to be within hearing distance.

Doyle was a bastard through and through. He once snapped at Brynn, my longtime friend and personal assistant, but she shut that shit down faster than I could blink. I’d been boiling over the situation, ready to finally hand Doyle his ass, but Brynn had handled it like she handled everything—with a level of grace I marveled at.

“You’re not in this hand, Crossland,” Doyle said. “Stay out of it.”

Cross flipped him off, returning his attention to the woman currently draped over his shoulder, smoothing her hands along his chest.

I threw in my bet to match his, and dealt the turn. The fourth card on the board missed me completely, but I kept my poker face rock solid.

Doyle shook his empty lowball glass, the half-melted ice clinking as he shoved it behind him, not even bothering to look at his daughter dutifully sitting there.

“Refill,” he demanded without a hint of pleasantry. Serenity hopped out of her chair and headed toward the bar across the room in a hurry. The response looked ingrained in her, as if in the past she’d hesitated a beat too long and there’d been repercussions.

“There are staff here for that, you know,” Gareth snapped, shifting his forearms on the table in a move that was more than intimidating. His white dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, the ink on his forearms on full display. It was always a competition between him and Crossland on who hated Doyle more, and right now, Gareth was in the lead.

Doyle ignored him, and I shifted in my seat, sparing a glance at Brynn. There wasn’t a trip I went on where she didn’t come along, not only because without her I’d be lost in a schedule I’m still not even sure how she managed for me, but because she was my constant. I leaned on her after my father passed away and left me with an empire I barely had a clue how to run, and I’d never looked back.

She was relaxed on a little chaise lounge, her legs bare and outstretched, her sundress hugging her slight curves in the most delectable way. Fucking hell, did she have to look so enticing with her hair gathered up off her neck and secured in some sort of knot that begged to be let free?

She paid me no attention, her eyes intently locked on her e-reader as she scanned the pages of a book. It was most likely something written by Asher’s fiancé Daisy, who was currently writing away on a deadline in Asher’s room, but she’d at least been able to make the skydive with us this morning.

They’d been engaged for about eight months, and she’d become a welcomed stable to our tight-knit little group. Brynn got along with her great too, which was a bonus since the demands of being my assistant usually kept her surrounded in all things me. Daisy helped break up that monotony, not to mention she made Asher happier than I’d ever seen him before.

I’d read over Brynn’s shoulder a few times, and Daisy knew her shit, that was for sure. I could see why Brynn got lost in a book during every game, but I also knew if I asked her to sit in my stead and play a few hands, she’d take each of my friends to the cleaners. She was just that good at everything, or maybe I was simply her biggest fan. Not that she knew that.

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From bestselling author Samantha Whiskey comes the billionaire, opposites attract romance you won’t want to miss! I execute many roles: owner of the NHL’s Carolina Reapers, CFO of Silas Tech, and genuine fan of all things professional sports. One thing I’m not? Chaotic. I’ve made my billions off of structure, discipline, and very little risk. So when a friend asks if bombshell romance author Daisy Lewis can shadow me for a month while researching characters for her upcoming release, I don’t hesitate to say yes. I mean, she’s an author, it’s ninety percent typing and quiet time, right? Wrong. Daisy’s a hurricane storming through my regimented days. She’s as gorgeous as she is sharp, and has a mouth on her I can’t stop obsessing over. And the stuff she writes? I’ve taken more than one cold shower just from reading over her shoulder. We couldn’t be more different, and yet, I find myself fascinated with every surprise she throws my way. Our chemistry is a firestorm, but we live in different worlds. Mine is scheduled down to the minute and hers is wherever her passions take her. There is no way we fit together, but that doesn’t stop me from falling head over heels. And when our two worlds clash on every level, I’ll lose her forever if I can’t manage the one thing I can’t handle—change.
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ASHER

“Last hand?” I rolled my neck, stretching the protesting muscles as one of my oldest friends, Weston Rutherford—the owner of the Raleigh Raptors NFL team—shuffled the deck of cards at the table beside me. Freshwater cave diving this morning had been invigorating. It was an epic experience, especially here on the Yucatan.

Crossland McFarland, another of my friends—and the owner of the pro hockey team in Calgary—had outdone himself with this one. Since he’d lost last month’s game, he’d been the one to put this month’s game and experience together. Given the way the last hand went, there was a genuine chance that I’d be on the hook for the next time if I didn’t watch my bets.

“I’m good with one more hand,” Ethan Berkeley, the owner of the Charleston Hurricanes, our local MLB team, said, leaning back in his seat in a perfectly pressed polo. Didn’t matter that we were thousands of miles from work, the guy always looked ready to take a Zoom call with his board if he had to. I wasn’t sure he actually knew how to relax, not that I was one to talk.

“One more,” Gareth Maxfield agreed, taking a long drink of his beer. No fruity cocktails for that guy. He overflowed his rattan chair, but considering he was six foot five, he almost never looked comfortable in whatever furniture we ended up in. Pretty sure everything at his house and in his office was custom made, because he wasn’t just tall—he was built like he could bench press an elephant while closing a deal.

As he shifted his weight, the sleeves of his Hawaiian shirt stretched across his inked biceps, and I bit back a laugh. Gareth was as serious as they came, and if I was being honest, a pretty menacing motherfucker—which made him a strict, no bullshit owner when it came to the Charleston Cougars NFL franchise, but he’d lost a hand last month to Weston that had put him in bright pink and orange flowers, a startling contrast to the tattoos that covered him from his hands upward.

“I could go for two,” Crossland chimed in as he stroked the thigh of the woman in his lap and smiled at a brunette walking by on her way to the pool.

“You can always go for two,” I muttered, rubbing my hand over my hair. We all had our addictions. Crossland’s just happened to be women. My addiction was something a little more predictable: routine. I liked structure and rules everywhere but my bedroom, and then all bets were off, but lately I’d pulled back from the casual dating and hookup scene. Watching almost every hockey player on the team I owned—the Carolina Reapers—fall in love over the last few years was like going out to eat with a bunch of fuckers who were dining on filet mignon every night while I was feigning satisfaction with a fast food burger left on the grill too long. No one seemed to satisfy me anymore.

Maybe that’s why I’d started living for these poker games every month. They’d started off as a way for the five of us to blow off some steam and push ourselves to experience new things, but over the last few years, they’d become my safe haven, my flash of color in a monotonous world, and the only time I allowed myself to relax.

And the guys? Weston and I had been close since our early twenties, and the other three had quickly become the friends I hadn’t realized I was missing. We were all connected in some way, either by geography or prior friendship, and we were all the youngest franchise owners on the North American continent, all in our late twenties and, in my case, very early thirties. Our game was the worst-kept secret among the exclusive club that was professional sports franchise owners, and true to our reputation, we were pricks who didn’t let anyone else play in our sandbox.

I picked up my stack of chips and let them fall through my fingers. To an onlooker, they were nothing special, just generic, plain white poker chips. It was the Sharpies next to each of the five of us that got us into trouble. Betting money was boring. All five of us had more money than we’d be able to spend in this lifetime. We bet the stuff that kept life interesting—information, collectibles, and favors.

“What’s wrong, Silas?” Weston asked, smirking like the asshole he currently was. “That last hand a little too much for you?”

“Fuck off.” I glared at the chip in his pile that read Team with Rapt for new helmet line. My sister, Harper, the head of our sports technology division was going to be fucking furious when she found out I’d bet our own team’s exclusivity to her new technology, and even more pissed when she realized that meant she’d be flying to Raleigh to gather all the test data.

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