Series: Wildcard #1
Author: Missy Johnson
Release Date: September 4, 2014
That’s the number of women I’ve shagged in the last twelve months.
I’m Ryder Stevens.
Don’t pretend you don’t know me. I’m a god.
I’m hot, I’m British and I take what I want. I’m also the number one ranked tennis player in the world. But it’s my off court antics that gains the most attention. I cruise through life, running from one scandal to the next. Hell I can’t even take a piss without the world knowing about it.
Rules? Who gives a shit?
Rules are there to be broken and I’m the king of breaking them.
But even the king can be brought to his knees. I’m sidelined with an injury that changes everything.
And suddenly I’m left thinking that maybe my life isn’t so perfect after all…
I raise my eyebrows at the reporter. Flashes from cameras are going off everywhere, as you’d expect in a post-match pressconference—especially for a game I’d been very lucky to win.
“Not sure what you mean there, Stan,” I say, reading his nametag. It’s been less than two minutes, and I’m already sick of where this isgoing. “I came here to play tennis—that’s it. It’s a damn shame that reporters like yourself having nothing better to do than focus on what I do in my private time.”
“But is it private time when you’re out until three a.m. the night before a big match?” he persists.
I shrug, and wipe my mouth in an attempt to hide my smirk. “Players prepare for matches in different ways. I’m sure
week.” I ignore the glare of my manager, Matt, and nod at the next reporter.
“Ryder, do you think your pre-match actions showed disrespect for your opponent today?”
“How?”
I cross my arms over my chest as Matt bows his head and sighs. Amurmur rises through the crowd before someone puts
feisty, and I find myself wondering if that attitude carries over into the bedroom.
“You play the number two ranked player in the world tomorrow, and your fellow countryman, Jason Dillard. Will you be
I shift in my seat and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table in front of me. “Well, that depends.” I smirk.
“On what?”
“On whether or not you’ll give me your phone number.”
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
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