Billionaire Captain: Claiming My Rival's Ex

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, self-righteous rage. Behind him, dozens of prominent figures from the NHL front office, local s

f the concrete walls with absolute theatrical authority. "You come to our celebrat

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ng Jared's leg. "That's a lie! She's lying! Look at my dress,

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ling of bourbon and mint. "Right now. On your knees in front of everyone. Or I s

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ying ice packs to his battered ribs. The man whose contract negotiations I had saved from predator

carrying a terrifying, icy clarity. "Tell me something, Jared

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executive could hear him loud and clear. "You were an analyst who lived in my spare room and occasionally warmed my bed. You were convenient. You were a che

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