Page 375 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Rick

"Gio, I’m so glad to see you." Douchecanoe—a.k.a. her ex— a.k.a. the captain of the team of our sworn rivals—rises to his feet. Before he can walk in her direction, I jump up and plant myself between them.

"Baby, did you manage to get some rest?" I cup her cheek. "When I left, you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you up. Also, how are you feeling today?"

Her gaze widens.

I search her features and infuse concern into my expression. "I saw you limping, honeybun. Is that an after-effect of our strenuous night?"

She glowers up at me.

"Not that I’m complaining. In fact, if it were up to me, I’d fill all your holes and—"

"What are you doing?" She slaps at my chest.

I feel her touch all the way to the crown of my cock.

Goddamn, this woman. A touch from her, and I’m ready to rut into her like the beast I turn into when I'm around her. I wrap my arm about her shoulder and draw her up to her toes, then press my lips to hers. She melts into me, and I deepen the kiss. I thrust my tongue between hers, suck from her, ensure she’s plastered to me as I share her breath and drink from her, until her knees buckle.

Only then, do I release her mouth, and peer into her flushed face.

"Much better." I grin.

She meets my gaze with eyes that are clouded with lust. And damn, if I don’t want to throw her down in front of her bloody-ex and take her right here.

The wankenstein clears his throat from somewhere behind me.

She blinks, then seems to remember where she is. "Have you lost your mind?" she snaps.

"I have from the moment I saw you," I agree.

Her flush deepens, her pupils dilate, then she glances away. "Rick, please—" She swallows. I peruse her features, and the blush deepens.

"You smell like me, baby, and fuck, if that doesn’t make me happy." I bend and press a kiss to her forehead, then turn, and with my arm about her shoulders, face Dennis.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

He looks between us, a pinched look on his features.

He takes in my arm about her and his eyes flash.

He also has a bandage over his nose which pleases me no end.

If I could, I’d smash my fist into his face until his features are re-arranged, but I’m going to have to save that for a time when neither of us are playing.

I don’t want to risk the careers of my team members by getting embroiled in another controversy.

A part of me wants to say fuck it to everything and simply punch him until he doesn’t dare to set eyes on her again.

"I came here to apologize, Gio,” he begins.

"That’s Mac to you," I snap.

"Mac?" He blinks.

"Her call sign. Ergo, that’s what you call her from now on, understand?"

His frown deepens. "What’s happening Gio? I wanted to see you and apologize and—"

"You’ve apologized. Now get gone. Also don’t call her Gio."

"Now look here." He thrusts out his chest. "I’m talking to my girlfriend—"

"Your ex-girlfriend, who is now my fiancée."

"—and who are you to—" He does a double take as if my words have only registered. "Did you say your—"

"Fiancée, whom I’m very much in love with so, if you’ll excuse us…" I nod in the direction of the door.

The bastard’s jaw hangs open. "You’re engaged?" He frowns at her.

"I am," Goldie murmurs.

"Talk to me, not to her," I say at the same time.

She shoots me another glance, a plea in hers asking for me to stay quiet. A plea I ignore. No way am I going to stay silent while he stakes his claim on her. Not when I’m right here.

"We’re engaged. Didn’t you hear me say that already?" I snap at him.

The color fades from his features. He looks from her to me, then back to her. "Gio, I can explain what happened."

"What happened is that you cheated on me and now you’re standing here telling me you’re sorry."

"I am." He swallows. "It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have slipped up like that. But I was lonely, and you were so busy. And I needed you that day, Gio, but you weren’t there. I told you not to go on that trip, but you were focused on building your career and I… I needed to be with someone."

"So, you decided to cheat on me with my colleague?" A shiver runs down her spine. Her shoulders shake, and I wrap my arm about her and pull her closer.

He looks away before addressing her again. "I miss you, Gio. It’s been terrible without you. As soon as I saw your face that day, I knew I’d made a mistake. Forgive me, Gio, please. What can I do to make it up to you?”

She swallows then says slowly, “Actually, there is something.”

“There is?” he brightens up.

“There is?” I turn on her.

She keeps her gaze firmly on Dickface. “Call off the fight with Rick.”

“Don’t—” Before I can complete the sentence, Dennis nods.

“Done. Now, will you forgive me?”

She makes a strangled noise at the back of her throat, and I can’t take it anymore.

I thrust out my chin and stab a finger at him. "Okay, that’s enough. You need to go, right fucking now."

His jaw tightens, anger blazes in his eyes, then he nods. "I’m going, for now, but this is far from over."

"You shouldn’t have provoked him.” She scowls.

“And you shouldn’t have asked him to call off the fight.”

I narrow my gaze on the road ahead. After the run in with that shitstain, Dennis, she refused to meet my gaze.

Edward joined us shortly after, and we quickly ran through the most important points of our meeting.

She responded to his questions with short answers.

I stuck to monosyllables. Edward gave both of us curious looks but didn’t pushed it further.

I told him we’d broken the news of our engagement to arsehat, Dennis.

At that, she paled and muttered that it was going to be all over the internet before the day was out. The result?

I pushed up our lunch, and she called up the journalist she'd promised the exclusive to and told her we needed to meet in the next hour. Now, we’re on our way to meet her.

“Dennis is a slimy bastard. If that fight had gone ahead, he’d have seriously injured you,” she says in a low voice.

“I’d have injured him first.”

“And he’d have sued you after…or found another way to get back at you, and things would have escalated into a mess that would have ended your career.”

“Not if I killed him first and disposed of the body.”

She gasps. “How can you joke about this?” She surveys my features.

When I don’t reply, she tenses. “You were kidding, right?”

I raise a shoulder. “Yea, sure. Let's go with that.”

She shakes her head. “I forget you have a military background. Killing people is not new for you.”

I tighten my grip on the wheel. “I was doing my duty to protect my country, and I’ll never apologize for it.”

She glances out the window. After a few moments, she says softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. What you did for your country was honorable, and I made it sound sordid."

I grunt in response, and neither of us speaks for several minutes.

"He’s going to get his revenge on the ice," she remarks.

I scoff, "We’ll see."

"I’m not saying you’re not a good player. It’s just… he has a track record."

"So do I."

"Rick, you haven’t played professionally in years."

"Are you saying I can’t hold my own against him?"

"I’m saying he’s younger than you, he has more stamina than you—"

"You weren’t complaining about my stamina when you were falling apart around my tongue."