Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance
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Authors: Abbey Foxx
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A Bad Boy Sports Romance
Abbey Foxx
© 2016
Abbey Foxx
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“When you’ve got something to prove, there’s nothing greater than a challenge.”
- Terry Bradshaw.
“Work hard, dream big.”
- Anon.
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About This Book:
I
can't get that enormous prick out of my head.
Penny -
Jasper Stone is massive in every respect.
He’s a beast on the field, an animal off it, and just what we need to turn our season around.
Medal winner, star athlete, one hundred percent alpha male at the top of his game.
The trouble is, it’s the wrong one.
That's not the only thing either.
He's cocky, arrogant and constantly in trouble, and that's when he manages to keep that
thing
in his pants.
I can’t stand him, but unfortunately that doesn't matter right now, because apparently we don’t have a choice. If we want to survive for another year, we need Jasper Stone to help us do it.
It's a risk, but the potential reward is absolutely huge. After all, staying up isn't something Jasper Stone seems to have any trouble with.
Nor is being big and strong.
Bad boy Brit, banned athlete, and bigger all over than I’ve ever seen before, if there's one thing that Jasper knows how to do, it's win.
He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Girls, medals, millions of dollars - there's very little that can get in his way.
With him on our team, there's no way that we can lose, and right now Jasper Stone is a free agent.
I just didn't realize I was too.
Jasper -
Banned.
No rugby for a whole f*cking year.
I wouldn’t be here if I had the choice, but apparently, I don't.
The owners want me out of the way, and if I want to continue getting paid, I've got to play ball.
Literally.
I don't even know how to play this game, but that doesn't seem to bother anyone.
The Tigers get me for free, Corsham get rid of their trouble maker and I keep earning money.
Everyone wins.
All I've got to do is keep my head down, survive for a year and get the hell out of there when I'm finally done.
Simple, right?
It is until I meet Penny.
*Offside is a 75,000+ word bad boy sports romance heavy on the steam and light on the sports!*
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L
ondon, England.
Headquarters of the Rugby League Disciplinary Board.
An hour behind schedule.
Jasper
I guess arriving over an hour late to a disciplinary hearing isn’t an ideal way to make a good impression, but at least this time I’ve got a valid excuse. Three valid excuses actually.
I mean, as lucky as I always seem to be in that respect anyway, it isn’t every day I get to wake up stark bollock naked, handcuffed to a bed, with three incredibly beautiful girls alongside me, so what was I meant to do? I couldn’t exactly leave without saying goodbye, you know, a few times at the very least.
If this panel were a little less robotic and a little more human, and this environment wasn’t even more hostile than it usually is, they might understand. As it is, I know nothing I say will work in my favor anyway, so I apologize for my tardiness, take a seat alongside my manager, Dougie, and wait for them to get on with what they need to do.
I’ve been here a dozen times before so I know the process inside out. They tell me I’m a bad boy, slap my wrists and give me a fine. After that I get back out on the field and do what I do best.
The middle of the three men in front of us, a jobsworth called Hendrix who has always hated me, finally stops jabbing his pen against the table and leans forward, the sound of the chair creaking awkwardly under his weight echoing around the otherwise silent room.
None of these people are ex-players, so I have no idea how they think they are qualified to comment on what goes on either on or off the field, but, whatever, I’ve been telling the world that for a while and nobody's ever done anything about it, so I suppose there’s no reason why they should start listening now.
“You do realize the importance of this meeting, Jasper?”
“Come on, it’s not like I haven’t been here before. Give me my fine and I can get back to training.”
Hendrix lets out a long sigh, looks down at the table and then back up to me.
“I think it’s a little more complicated than that.”
I look at each of the other panel members in turn, neither of whom have the balls to look me in the eye and then back up to Hendrix. Whatever’s happening here it’s not how it usually goes down.
“Complicated, like, how exactly?”
“Look, shall we just get this over with?”
Dougie’s voice is as gruff as one of the rocky outcrops in the highland mountains he comes from, and he looks like he’s had even less sleep than I have. I guess having his best player constantly in trouble can’t be easy for my manager, but he knows as well as everyone else in this room that half the shit that I get involved in is almost never really my fault.
I get picked on in the press and I’m a target for criticism and scrutiny just because of the kind of person I am. It’s what happens when you’re the best player in the league. The best player in the world, actually. Girls want to fuck you and paparazzi want to spread it all over the news to see you fall. Actually, girls have always wanted to fuck me, so I guess that’s just me.
“Fifty two week suspension starting today.”
My heart skips a beat. The words hang in the silence of the room like shotgun bullets about to rip through me. CLICK CLICK goes the button on the top of Hendrix’s pen and I have to control myself not to tear it out of his hands and crush it into a million pieces.
For a long moment I think it must be a joke, but it seems like I’m the only one who does. No-one is laughing. No-one is saying anything at all. Fuck this. How dare he try and ban me?
Dougie hangs his head at the end of an angry sigh that sounds much more resigned to the news than I like.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, right?”
“I can make it a two year ban, Jasper, I have that power.”
Hendrix leans back in his chair, the wood creaking in his wake, his work here done. That fucker is absolutely loving this.
“What the fuck for? Dougie?”
Dougie speaks up, but his voice lacks conviction. “You’re going to ruin the kid’s career.”
It sounds like a statement and not a warning.
“Douglas, you and I both know that the only person ruining Jasper Stone’s career is Jasper Stone.”
Hendrix has his pen pointed at me like the barrel of a gun.
“I want to appeal. I want another panel. A proper fucking panel.”
“Sit down, Jasper.”
I feel Dougie’s thick hand on my arm, pulling me back into my seat. Hendrix clears his throat and then chooses his words carefully, his eyes moving from Dougie to me and back again.
“You can appeal the decision, and it will go to another arbitration panel, and in six weeks time, when that panel has received the appeal, they will make the same decision I have, extending that ban for an additional fifty two weeks based on my initial recommendations. You’re lucky with a year. I could have buried you for what happened.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is not at all what I expected to happen today. Not even close. Talk about going from paradise to hell in under an hour.
“You’re fucking up my career.”
“Thank you, Jasper, your comments have been noted. Now, if you don’t mind, we are already behind schedule today.”
“Well behind schedule”, one of the other panel members adds.
Now he’s showing me the door. This piece of shit pen pusher who’s never even picked up a rugby ball in his life is pointing his soft hands at the exit and showing me where to get off. I can feel the red mist about to descend.
“We’re not finished here”, I say calmly, teeth gritted and every single muscle in my body tense.
“Douglas, with all due respect, get your player in line before he risks a lifetime ban.”
I’m on my feet again, knuckles pressed against the table leaning towards the panel.
“I’m the reason people watch this sport. I’m the best player in the fucking league.”
Hendrix smiles at me with a corporate, shit-eating grin.
“Not anymore you’re not.”
Dougie has hold of my arm again. “Come on. We’ll talk about how to appeal this outside.”
“This isn’t over”, I warn them, my finger pointed accusingly at each one of the three men in turn, before Dougie manages to pull me away.
We are halfway to the exit when I hear the CLICK CLICK of that pen again, and my temper gets the better of me. I break away from Dougie, storm back over to the desk and show them just what a one year ban means to me.
When the security guards finally pull me away, all six of them, the table is a mess of broken wood and formica splinters, Hendrix is a shivering mess, and my ban has been doubled in length to two whole fucking seasons, without the ability to train rugby, officially, anywhere in the world.
I don’t feel good about it. I have a bitter taste in my mouth that makes my stomach lurch in all kinds of directions and none of what’s just happened seems real.
No rugby, anywhere for two years. If I so much as pick up a ball they’ll give me a lifetime ban.
Dougie thinks we can get it reduced again, but only back to one year and after what’s just happened, it’s going to take some serious grovelling on my part. Whichever way I look at it, they are fucking me. Me. Jasper fucking Stone. The future of rugby in this country. The future of rugby anywhere in the world.
I’m not going to let them get away with it. No-one can tell me whether I can or can’t play the game I’ve spent a whole lifetime making mine. My dad would turn in his grave if he knew what they were planning on doing. I need a drink to work out how to get this sorted, because this does not end here, not even slightly.
Moxlin, Arkansas, USA.
Moxlin Tigers training ground.
Penny
I find Dad exactly where I expect to, at the very edge of the field, staring out into the void of silent space in front of him. I catch him here from time to time, alone, just looking at the nothingness, perhaps reliving past glories or contriving to create new ones, maybe just hoping someone will answer his prayers.
I take my place alongside him without a word, and Dad puts his arm around me to draw me into him.
We have a month before the new season starts, six more to save this club from bankruptcy, and anything else but a winning run and we are seriously fucked. It’s likely we are anyway, but I don’t have the heart to tell Dad that just yet.
Dad’s been in charge here for as long as I can remember, putting me officially in charge of the finances when I graduated from college. Believe it or not, the Tigers were once a superbowl winning side. Looking at them now, they are exactly what everyone has been saying for a long time, the joke of the NFL.
We went 0-16 last year. 0-16. That was with the first draft pick who spent fifteen of those games recovering from injury. The year before that we didn’t even score a touchdown in the whole season. Our last win came at the very start of that campaign two years ago, from a series of field goals and a hell of a lot of good luck in a messy game we won by a single point and shouldn’t have.
