Hot Receiver: A MM Hate to Love Coming Out Sports Romance (Red Zone Book 3) by Brooklyn Cate

Author:Brooklyn Cate [Cate, Brooklyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Zak

Ihad to walk away.

When I looked into Matt’s eyes, when I saw them glow with a whole lot of emotions that mirror the ones in my soul, I knew I had to put as much distance between us as possible.

If I didn’t, I’d end up getting sucked back into his black hole.

This time, maybe, for good.

There was fire there. Heat. Lust. Need.

But I also saw the accusatory look in his eyes, the rejection, and the shock.

Complicated. We always were so fucking complicated.

But fuck it. I’m more concerned with self-preservation at this point.

For once, I’m going to let the storm rage without me in the eye of it.

I ignore the shiver that slaps my spine as I lead Ryan Blake toward the owner’s box. Matt’s eyes still burn bright, searing a hole into my flesh with every step I take. Every shred of self-control in my grasp goes toward keeping my gaze front and center even though every cell of my being wants to twist around and look at him one more time, to witness that I still affect him on some deep, dark level.

I push open the door, half-listening to Ryan as Jake Parsons approaches. He claps me on the back, and I manage a smile for him even though my heart feels as though it’s being skewered.

“What are you doing up here?” Jake asks with more than a hint of question in his tone.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I didn’t want to broadcast my plans to anyone, especially Jake and Marc. They’d turn the whole thing into some publicity circus, and it’s the last thing I want going into the game.

My eyes dart toward the field, tiny palpitations assaulting my heart.

I didn’t think I’d ever be in a locker room again.

Last time I was there…

No. Fuck, no. I’m not thinking about that.

Not today.

Not now.

Not fucking ever.

It’s behind me. Buried.

“I’m gearing up for the game. Just like everyone else.” My lips pull into a tight smile.

Jake nods and casts a curious look at Ryan, who’s moving toward the buffet of food set up along the back of the box. “I hope you considered what we talked about. As the owner, you set the tone for the team and the performance. They need you, Zak.”

My fingers tingle at my sides. I really want to punch him in the face.

Anything to stop him from talking.

“These guys are paid a shit ton of money to do a job, whether or not I’m involved. They don’t need a pep talk from me to win a game.”

“You’d better hope so. Today isn’t important from a stats perspective, but it gives the world a first glimpse of the team. You know sportscasters form opinions early. The team needs to pull it together, especially for the Raptors. Because if things go south today, the media won’t care about pointing fingers at anyone but you. And I don’t think you want to be the scapegoat here.”

I swallow hard, tiny prickles of anxiety piercing my chest.

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