Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,60

was endorsed by Nike, Gillette, Coca Cola, and Polo Ralph Lauren, bringing me into the top ten highest paid endorsed athletes in the world.

I had it all. Fame, fortune, and pretty much any woman I wanted. Dating to me was an occasional dinner and sex. Or most of the time, just sex. There were a lot of one-night stands, especially when we played away games. Relationships and commitments were a definite no for me. I was already in a committed relationship and it was with hockey. The one and only love of my life. I’d watched some of my teammates with their girlfriends and it never worked out. The arguing and the constant jealousy were always at the forefront of their relationships. I didn’t have time for that shit, nor did I want it. I was happy being a bachelor, doing a job I loved more than anything in the world and fucking beautiful women, knowing they’d be gone the next morning.

After kicking back another beer, I got up to use the restroom. When I was finished, I walked out and saw a pretty girl who stood about five feet four with long black hair leaning up against the wall.

“Hey.” She smiled. “Aren’t you Logan Jackson from the New York Rangers?”

“Hi, and yes, I am.” I politely smiled back.

“I was at the game and you were amazing out there.” She bit her bottom lip.

Placing my hands in my pockets, I spoke, “Thank you.”

“Today’s my twenty-first birthday and the tickets were a present from my friends. They know how much I love hockey.”

She had a great smile and big brown eyes. I needed to celebrate my win and she was just the girl to help me with that.

“Since it’s your birthday and your twenty-first, let me buy you a drink.”

“Thank you. That would be great.”

“What’s your name?”

“Tori.”

“Nice to meet you, Tori.” I extended my hand to her.

When I walked back to the table to tell the guys I was sitting up at the bar with Tori, my brother, Owen, lightly took hold of my arm and pulled me into the corner.

“Way to go, bro.” He smiled.

“It’s her twenty-first birthday and I’m just buying her a drink to celebrate her legal drinking age.” I winked.

“Have fun tapping that ass.” He patted me on the back before he and Brandon left the bar.

The rustling of the sheets and a low moan awoke me from a sound sleep. I lay there frozen, trying to remember my actions from last night. My head hurt. Too many beers followed by several shots of tequila really did me in. The only thing I remembered was her screaming out my name multiple times.

“Morning,” she whispered in my ear as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

“I had the best time last night and the best birthday ever.”

“I’m happy you had a nice birthday.” I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. “I have practice in a couple of hours, so I think it’s best if you got dressed and headed home. I can call you a cab.”

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

“Are you serious?” she asked as she emerged from the bedroom.

“Serious about what?”

“About me leaving. I thought maybe last night meant something. I mean, it just seemed like we had a connection.”

Shit. She was one of those girls. I rolled my eyes before I turned around and looked into her sad puppy eyes.

“Listen, Tori. You’re a great girl and all, but last night was just a one-time thing. We both drank too much and had some fun. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one-night stand you’ve had.”

The sadness in her eyes turned to rage. “Actually, you are. I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Then why did you do it with me?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Because I felt something when we first met, and I got the vibe that you felt it too. I guess I was wrong,” she spoke as she slipped her feet into her heels. “You may be a good fuck, but you’re a total asshole, and you know what? Karma is a bitch.” She stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.

I sighed as I poured myself a cup of coffee. Walking into the bathroom to take a shower, I heard my phone beep with a text message from Owen.

“How was that chick last night?”

“I don’t really remember. But she just