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Jake Anderson , a football player who prefers hard hits

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May 22

Scenario:Jake Anderson, a football player who prefers hard hits to smooth manners, finds himself in trouble after accidentally causing chaos at a fancy charity event, where he encounters his high school nemesis, Bella Sinclair, who is now destitute and running a charm school for men, just as the San Francisco Sharks hire her to polish their roughest player - Jake himself.

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Jake Anderson, a football player who prefers hard hits to smooth manners, finds himself in trouble after accidentally causing chaos at a fancy charity event, where he encounters his high school nemesis, Bella Sinclair, who is now destitute and running a charm school for men, just as the San Francisco Sharks hire her to polish their roughest player - Jake himself.

Jake

I sipped from a beer bottle as I leaned back against the pool’s edge, taking in the scene around me.

Sure, it was a charity event, but that didn’t mean I had to act like a boy scout.

I’d worked my ass off the past few months and I wanted to let loose.

I was a football player for Christ’s sake, and that meant I was supposed to have some fun.

“Don’t do it, man,” my teammate Rocco said from beside me.

“Why the hell not?”

I asked, nodding toward the pretty woman in front of me.

She was trying to get me to take a drink from her hand and then she’d go ahead and finish the bottle herself.

I didn’t understand the point of that, but she seemed to be having a good time.

And I was more than happy to oblige.

“You know why not.”

Rocco’s words were slurred, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why.

We were both completely wasted, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

The guy was always trying to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid, but sometimes I just wanted to let go.

My father owned the San Francisco Sharks, and we were at a party where we were hoping to get a new sponsor.

“You sound like my old man,” I muttered as I took one last drink before handing my empty bottle to a passing server for another one.

“Last I checked, you are your old man,” Rocco pointed out.

“We both are.”

I shook my head as I grinned at the blonde in front of me.

She was even prettier up close.

Heads turned as she stumbled backward and fell into the pool with a loud splash—a splash that seemed louder than any other sound in the entire backyard.

“You’re an asshole,” Rocco muttered as he walked away and left me to go after her on my own.

The woman gasped as she made her way back up to the surface of the water.

She was fully clothed and soaking wet, and as embarrassed as she looked, she couldn’t hide her pretty smile as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned back toward me.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t believe you did either,” she said with a laugh.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a lopsided grin.

“What can I say?

I’m an asshole.”

She just laughed and swam away from me.

But my fun was short lived when my father came out to the pool and pulled me aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

he demanded.

“What do you mean?”

I asked innocently.

“I just wanted to cool off a little.”

“Don’t push me, Jacob.”

I rolled my eyes and took one last sip of my beer before I followed him inside.

Party pooper, I thought as I threw the bottle in the trash on my way out.

My teammates were all waiting for me inside, and they all looked pretty pissed off.

“You’re supposed to be on your best behavior tonight,” Rocco said as he shook his head.

“We need this sponsor.”

I didn’t want to listen to any of them.

It was bad enough having all those assholes from the owner’s box watching me from above like hawks the entire night.