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  I turned back to Charley, but she was already gone.

  “Shit,” I said, and quickly headed back toward the VIP booth.

  But she wasn’t there either. I looked through the club and even asked a waitress, but nobody had seen her.

  I left the club and called her number, but it went to voice mail.

  The fucking girl ran out on me. I couldn’t believe she’d gotten scared off so easily, but as soon as those phones started taking pictures, she got out of there.

  Fuck it. That didn’t matter. I got what I wanted from her. I made sure she was okay, and that was all I needed. My goal was just to make sure nothing weird was happening around her, and as far as I could tell she was fine.

  I texted my driver and leaned up against a wall, my arms crossed.

  If I got what I needed, why did I keep thinking about that kiss?

  Her lips had been soft against mine, but there’d been a passion there, a fucking hunger that I wasn’t used to. I’d been with plenty of women in my life, but most of them were only interested in my money and my fame. Everything else was secondary.

  But I felt something different from Charley. She didn’t seem impressed with the VIP and the champagne. The only time she really felt alive and present was when we kissed on the dance floor.

  I was fucking hard again just thinking about her, and that was driving me insane. I waited for my car, frustrated and annoyed but fucking intrigued.

  5

  Charlotte

  That was the stupidest mistake of my entire life.

  I’d thought I was going to be able to play it cool. I’d go out with Bull, maybe have some fun, and try to learn something about him. It was supposed to be research for the article and nothing more than that.

  Until it became something more, of course.

  It was the second we got onto the dance floor. He was so cocky and such an asshole, and it was easy to be annoyed with him. But once we hit the dance floor, I couldn’t resist it anymore. I’d been pulled toward him ever since we first met, and I wasn’t able to deny it anymore as our bodies moved together. Bull was a big man, but he knew how to dance with a girl. I could feel his cock hard against my body, but I pretended like I didn’t notice.

  It only got me excited, anyway. I was dripping wet as I moved my ass against him, his hands on my body, roaming down along my hips. I forgot all about the other people in the club and could only focus on Bull.

  And then I turned toward him, and I saw that cocky grin and the pure lust in his eyes. He wanted me, and I knew it for sure in that moment. There was just no faking the kind of look he gave me.

  I couldn’t have stopped that kiss even if I was thinking right. He tasted incredible, his lips soft, his stubble prickly against my skin in a good way. He kissed like a man, and it only made me that much wetter.

  Until the flashes started going off of course. Then I was brought back to reality very, very fast.

  I couldn’t be seen with Bull. I was risking my job by going out with him, let alone by kissing him. I was some low-level journalist and nobody knew me, but if those pictures got on the internet and my boss saw them, I’d be fired in a second.

  Sports journalists couldn’t make out with athletes. That was an unwritten rule, but a pretty important one.

  I had to get out of there. I couldn’t stick around with him another second. I didn’t know what I’d do if I let myself get sucked back into his orbit.

  So as he scared off the people taking pictures, I ran away. I ran like a scared little girl, because frankly, I was scared. I was so far out of my depth that I could barely breathe. I got outside, ignored his call, grabbed a cab, and went home alone.

  Except I kept thinking about that kiss and what it might have led to. Bull didn’t seem like the complete evil, partying douchebag everyone in the media said he was. There were elements of that for sure, but there was something else in him, too. He’d had a hard upbringing for starters.

  But no. No, I couldn’t go soft. Just because I kissed the guy didn’t mean he was suddenly a prince. He was still Bull, the violent asshole I’d always thought he was.

  Monday morning came and I headed into the office. I threw my stuff down onto the chair and half expected my boss to appear and fire me.

  “Morning, Charley.”

  I looked up. Dee smiled down at me.

  I freaking hated Dee.

  “Morning,” I said to her.

  “You look tired.”

  “Thanks,” I said, giving her a look.

  “Did you finish that article on the boys’ regional swim finals?”

  “Not yet,” I said. “Working on it.”

  “Good, good. No rush. I mean, who really cares about some kiddie swim meet?”

  I wanted to get up and punch her in the nose. Instead, I took a deep breath and looked at my computer.

  “By the way,” she went on, “did you see the new pics of Bull Dixon?” She laughed. “He’s making out with some skank in that new club—what’s it called, Club Envy or whatever.”

  Oh god. I wanted to throw up. I did a quick Google search, and there it was, a picture of me and Bull making out.

  Except you couldn’t see my face. Bull’s body was completely obscuring mine. In fact, I looked like just another club slut.

  “Nice one,” I said to Dee. I was sweating like crazy. What if she recognized me?

  “That guy is such a pig. Did you know that he sleeps with a new woman every night?”

  “That’s probably true,” I muttered.

  “Well, have a good morning. I hear Coop is in one hell of a mood.”

  “Thanks for the heads up.”

  Dee disappeared, probably heading off to annoy some other copywriter.

  She was a real bitch, but I was glad she’d shown me this image. If this was the only one, then I’d be fine. I’d have to hope that was the case, otherwise I was finished before I even started.

  The morning passed excruciatingly slow. I kept glancing at the clock and checking Google for new images, but nothing was coming up.

  Finally, as lunch approached, I thought I was safe.

  Until my phone vibrated.

  “Did you see the pictures of us?”

  I frowned. It was from Bull.

  “I saw,” I typed back. “It’s not very flattering.”

  “I don’t know. I think you look sexy. Too bad they can’t see that pretty face.”

  “I’m relieved. It’s embarrassing.”

  “Embarrassed of me? You should feel proud.”

  “Not of you. It’s just, I don’t know how my dad would feel if he saw a picture of me kissing some big guy on the internet.”

  I felt my heart leap at his next text.

  “Want me to make these pictures go away?”

  “Can you really do that?”

  “Of course,” he answered right away. “But I won’t do it for free.”

  I frowned, nervous, but I felt hope for the first time. I knew Bull had some power, or at least he had money and a PR team. Maybe he really could make this go away.

  “What’s your price?”

  “You have to see me again,” he said.

  “I don’t know.”

  I frowned, not sure what the hell I was thinking. All I had to do was see him again, and then he’d get rid of this picture problem. Plus, I’d get another chance to dig up some dirt on him for my article.

  This was such a good opportunity, and yet I was afraid of what I’d do if I saw him again, afraid of what Bull made me feel. I didn’t think I could separate myself from this and try to be a decent undercover journalist.

  “Drinks. That’s all.”

  “One drink.”

  “One drink, but at the location of my choosing.”

  “Fine,” I said. “Deal.”

  “I’ll see you tonight at eight. Check Google in a few minutes.”

  I sighed and put my phone away and then tried to get some work done. I finished up that boys swimming article and sent
it off to Coop before finally letting myself check.

  The picture was gone. The links had all disappeared, and even the cached versions had been taken down.

  As far as I could tell, it was almost as if the picture had never existed.

  How the hell was this possible? Even if he could pay off the blogs, it had spread too far for him to really get it taken down. Even with unlimited money, it seemed impossible.

  And yet he made it happen. Bull somehow made the impossible happen, and that terrified me. It only made me wonder what else this man was capable of, and I realized again that I might be in over my head.

  But I had made a deal. I was going to see Bull again, although I knew that was a bad idea. He had possibly saved my career, though he didn’t even realize it.

  I took a deep breath. This was the chance of a lifetime. I didn’t get many second chances, and I wasn’t going to let this one slip away.

  6

  Bull

  Getting a picture erased from the internet was surprisingly easy. All it took was five thousand dollars and some mob connections.

  I didn’t love going to the mob like that, but I already had a long relationship with them. It didn’t matter one way or the other; I was already going to be paying for their services somehow.

  It was too late for me. I wasn’t getting away from the mob anytime soon. If I did, they would just tell the truth about me, and that could destroy my career.

  That was all ancient history, though. The picture was taken down, and Charley was mine for another night. She had agreed to one drink, but letting me choose the location was part of the deal.

  And I had the perfect spot.

  My car pulled up outside her apartment at eight on the dot. I got out again and rang her bell. This time, though, she was ready and was downstairs in only a few minutes.

  “Where to?” she asked as she got into the car.

  “You’ll see,” I answered.

  She sighed. “Come on, Bull, don’t make me guess.”

  “I’m not making you guess,” I said, laughing. “I’m just not telling you.”

  She sighed. “Fine. That’s frustrating, you know.”

  “Good. I like you frustrated. Maybe it’ll get you as wet as you were last night.”

  She blushed and looked away. “I wasn’t, you know.”

  “I know what?”

  “Wet,” she said. “I wasn’t wet.”

  “Liar. And you barely being able to say the word ‘wet’ gets me so fucking hard.”

  She sighed. “Can we talk about something else?”

  “If you want. I’d rather talk about that nice body of yours some more, though.”

  “Ryan said you weren’t what you seemed.”

  I shrugged. “Who knows what he meant?”

  “I think you do. Why did he say that?”

  “The media sees me as Bull the violent football player.” I shrugged again, smirking at her. “I can’t deny that’s true.”

  “So how are you different then?”

  “There’s more to a man than what he does on camera, Charley. You should know that.”

  I enjoyed the little confused look on her face as she stared at the window and then back at me.

  “Okay, fine,” she said. “You’re not going to tell me. Why don’t you tell me why you keep asking me out then?”

  “Because that kiss the other night set my fucking blood on fire. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  “Oh,” she said, blushing again. “I see.”

  “You don’t see, but maybe you will.”

  She shook her head, mystified. “Are you always this confident?”

  I shrugged, grinning at her. “Maybe. When you break as many tough men as I have, it’s easy to have confidence.”

  “You do realize that you shouldn’t be proud of hurting guys, right?”

  “News to me,” I grunted.

  “You’re all professional athletes. When you injure them, you’re hurting their livelihood.”

  “I know,” I answered.

  “And you’re okay with that?” She was making a disgusted face.

  I sighed, shaking my head. “We’re fucking warriors. Do you understand that?”

  “No. You’re just guys playing a game.”

  “We’re warriors,” I said again. “We’re gladiators. We go out on that field and destroy each other for your amusement. And you know what? We fucking love it. If I held back and didn’t hit as hard as I possibly could, those guys would be fucking insulted. I would never ask anything but the best from the men on that field, and I give them that in return.”

  “Sounds like a weak excuse for hurting people.”

  “Maybe,” I said, “or maybe you just can’t understand. We’re men at the top of our game playing one of the most dangerous and violent sports around. Normal people can’t understand that.”

  I watched her chewing that over in her mind as the car slowly wound up a long hill, moving outside the city. She stared out the window and I let her lapse into silence.

  She clearly had some ideas about me already. That couldn’t be helped, and frankly, it didn’t matter. She was like everyone else in the fucking world. She thought she knew what was right and how things should be, when really she had no real clue what men like me went through.

  I sacrificed every day of my life. I was destroying my body before the age of thirty all for the sake of the sport. Once I retired, I’d have nothing left to me. Sure, I had lots of money, but the game was my life. I was living fast and hard, because I had no real future.

  I did what I did because I was what the world made me. They wanted a man like me, a fucking villain. They wanted a man who broke legs and hit harder than anyone else. They wanted the fucking Bull to go on a rampage every single game, without regard for anything else.

  We were getting farther and farther from the city, the car slowly winding up a dark and twisting road. Charley looked back at me and sighed.

  “Maybe I don’t understand,” she said. “That’s possible. But I just can’t see how hurting someone else could ever be a good thing.”

  “There’s no good and bad, girl,” I said. “It’s just a fucking game.”

  “What is?”

  “Everything.” I grinned at her. “And I play it to fucking win. There’s nothing else.”

  The car slowly came to a stop, and I looked out the window, nodding to myself.

  “Stay here,” I said to her. She protested but I got out of the car. The driver rolled down his window. “Pop the trunk,” I said.

  “Yes, sir.” He opened the trunk. I went around the side and grabbed a basket from the back before shutting it again. I went around to Charley’s door and opened it up.

  “Right this way,” I said to her, grinning.

  “Where are we?”

  “The middle of nowhere.”

  She climbed out of the car, looking around. “It’s a little creepy.”

  “Trust me, you have nothing to be afraid of. I’m here.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  I laughed as I walked off. I pulled a flashlight from the bag and switched it on. It took me a second to find the path, but when I did, we plunged into the heavy woods.

  Charley followed closely behind me. When we got a few feet down the path, the car pulled away.

  “Wait!” she yelled.

  “He’ll be back,” I said. “Come on.”

  “Hold on. This is nuts,” she said, but I was already walking. She had to choose either going back to the road and waiting for the car alone or sticking with me and the flashlight.

  She chose wisely. I felt her catch up and walk beside me.

  “Okay, you have to tell me where you’re taking me,” she said. “I’m getting some serious murderer vibes.”

  “Trust me, this is worth the surprise. It’s just a few more minutes.”

  She went quiet but kept up. She was clearly very nervous, and I didn’t blame her. If I were her, walking alongsid
e an enormous stranger in a dark forest, I’d be pretty freaked out.

  I smiled to myself as I saw the mouth of the trail coming up. We followed the path and stepped out of the woods and into a small clearing.

  With the city of Chicago spread out in front of us.

  “Holy shit,” she said softly.

  We were standing about ten feet from a cliff overlooking the city. There weren’t many hills or mountains in Chicago, and this was pretty much the only spot anywhere nearby that gave you a decent view of the city. It was beautiful, with lights streaming out ahead of us.

  “How did you find this?” she asked me.

  “It’s a closely guarded secret,” I said, smiling.

  “It’s so beautiful. I didn’t know there were hills like this near the city.”

  “This is pretty much the only one,” I said. “Glad you stuck with me?”

  “Yeah,” she said softly.

  I opened the bag and grabbed a blanket, spreading it out. I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of champagne. She laughed as I popped the cork. Then I poured two glasses, handing her one.

  “To good views,” I said.

  “Cheers.”

  We clinked, drank, and then I sat down. She sat next to me.

  “Will I ever find out how you erased that picture from the internet?” she asked me after a short silence.

  “Probably not.”

  “Do I want to know?”

  “Definitely not.”

  She sighed. “What sort of bad things are you involved with, Bull?”

  I smirked at her, sitting close. “Why do you want to know?”

  “I’m afraid of you,” she admitted.

  “Good,” I said. “I want you to be afraid. Makes it feel better when you finally give yourself over to me.”

  “What makes you think that will happen?”

  “I can see it in your eyes. Every time you look at me, you look like you can’t decide whether you want to hit me or suck my cock.”

  “I definitely don’t want to suck your cock,” she said.

  “You do.” I finished my glass and poured another, topping hers off. “Maybe you don’t put it in those terms, but you do.”