Chapter 12
-BLAIR~
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I stayed exactly where I was after the door shut, still naked, still sitting against the headboard with my heart pounding too hard for someone who has only been messing with him.
The image of that bulge in his sweatpants refused to leave my mind. It was big. Obvious. Proof that for all his sharp words and cold plans, Grayson Shaw’s body had reacted to me.
My cheeks burned as I wondered, against my better judgment, what he would look like without those pants in the way. What he would feel like.
I pressed my thighs together and exhaled slowly.
Get a grip.
This was supposed to be revenge, not a mutual problem. He had thrown every piece of clothing I owned into the pool like a petty child. I had simply returned the energy. The fact that he had ended up hard and frustrated was just a bonus.
A very interesting bonus.
I pulled the sheet up over my chest at last and smiled to myself in the dark. His plan had backfired beautifully. He wanted me uncomfortable and off–balance. Instead he was the one who had left the room tense and angry while I stayed exactly where I was.
But tomorrow was going to be even better.
It was his first home game as a married man. The organization expected me there, new wife of the captain, smiling for the cameras, proof that the sudden Monroe–Shaw alliance was real.
There would be media. There would be other wives and girlfriends of popular players. There would be a thousand phones pointed at the family section.
Grayson wanted to make my life difficult.
I could return the favor in front of an entire arena.
I lay there for a long time thinking ideas over. Ignoring him completely would be boring. What I needed was something that forced him to look at me, something that got under his skin while still looking perfect on camera.
By the time I finally fell asleep, Grayson still hadn’t returned and I had the perfect plan.
The next evening I walked into Blackridge Arena like I belonged there. Technically, I did.
I had gone shopping the second the stores opened, replacing everything he had destroyed with better versions.
For the game I chose a custom Blackridge Wolves jersey, his number 17 on the sleeves and the back, but tailored so it actually fit a woman’s body instead of hanging. I wore it with black pants and heeled boots, my pink hair down in soft waves, makeup done in a way that photographed well under arena lights On the back, right above his number, the name didn’t say SHAW.
It said MRS. SHAW.
Temporary or not, the statement was loud.
People noticed immediately. A few of the other wives and girlfriends gave me polite, curious smiles. Media near the entrance literally turned as I walked past. I heard my new last name more times in ten minutes than I had in the entire previous day.
Reporters kept shouting “Mrs. Shaw! Mrs. Shaw!”
I took my seat in the family section, crossed my legs, and waited.
When the team came out for warmups, Grayson’s eyes found me almost instantly. I was surprised he was even looking.
I turned around, giving him a full view of my latest design. His stick paused mid–motion. For a split second the captain of the Blackridge Wolves looked openly irritated.
I smiled and gave him a small, cheerful wave.
His expression darkened.
Perfect. That was exactly the reaction I was hop Successfully unlocked! easier.
Throughout the first period I played my part flawlessly. I cheered when he scored a primary assist. I clapped politely when the team did well.
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Whenever a camera panned toward the family section I made sure I looked composed, supportive, and completely at ease as the new Mrs. Shaw.
At one point a sideline reporter asked for a quick comment about married life with the captain.
I looked straight into the camera and said, with a soft smile, “It’s been…everything I’ve always dreamed about. I’m learning
a lot about how seriously he takes his commitments. And I’m not just talking about the game.”
I could practically feel Grayson’s blood pressure rise from the ice.
During the first intermission, he skated over just far enough to speak without every microphone catching it, eyes angry
“What the hell are you wearing?”
I glanced down at the jersey like I had forgotten. “Support for my husband. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
‘Take it off after the game.”
‘No.”
His jaw flexed. “Blair.”
“You threw my clothes in a pool,” I said lightly. “This is me replacing them with something more appropriate for a captain’s wife. You’re welcome.”
A teammate skated past and clapped Grayson on the shoulder, grinning. “Didn’t know you got a nameplate that fast for your wife, Shaw. Congrats.”
Grayson looked like he wanted to commit a penalty.
leaned in just enough that only he could hear me. “You’re the one who wanted me to hate this marriage. I’m simply making sure the public believes I’m embracing it. Smile for the cameras, husband. They’re already snapping us. Why not ean in and give me a kiss?”
He glared at me before skating away. I hid the triumphant smile. This felt good.
On the ice, Grayson played the rest of the game with a visible edge–harder hits, sharper turns, more frustration than usual every time his gaze flicked up toward the family section.
made sure I was always watching when he looked.
By the final buzzer I had taken more photos than I could count, given two polite interviews, and successfully spent three hours living in his head rent–free.
When he finally came off the ice, towel around his neck and expression filled with irritation, I was waiting near the hallway
vith the same calm smile.
Good game.” I said.
He stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back. Sweat still clung to his collarbone. His eyes Iropped briefly to the MRS. SHAW on my jersey before locking on my face.
You’re enjoying this,” he said quietly.
I am.”
For a moment we just stared at each other, the noise of the arena fading under the weight of whatever this was becoming. Then Grayson leaned in slightly, voice low enough that it felt like a warning.
Keep pushing me, Blair. See what happens.”
A slow, dangerous little thrill moved through me.
held his gaze and smiled.
Dex Morgan
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