Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

“We’re fucked.” “We aren’t fucked,”

“Yes,” I reply confidently. I have no issues taking direction from her if it means that I don’t look like hot garbage on the field. Now, if we were in the bedroom, it’d be a different story. That’s one place I’ll never give up control. But lucky for us, that’s not what this is—even if she’s hot as hell with her sassy attitude. I don’t think I’ll have a problem keeping things professional, though. This girl is as far off-limits as humanly possible. Not only is she the owner’s daughter, but she’s also willing to give me tips that’ll hopefully get us some wins. Because right now, I’m not being a very good leader.

I know a ten when I see one—and she’s a goddamn eleven.

“Bend the fuck over, Olivia.” His gray stare burns into mine, and suddenly, every part of my skin feels like it’s been set on fire. Maddox has been anything but firm and demanding so far, but right now? It’s like the tables have been completely turned.

“Make the snap, Liv…before I get myself in trouble.”

I shift, reaching out and turning her to face me with a finger under her chin.

“Look at me,” I say firmly. She does, and I do my best to search for the words I know she needs to hear right now. “You are the strongest, smartest, most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. If this idiot can’t see that, let him go find less. I promise it won’t make him happy in the end. And one day, you’re going to find someone with a monster cock and good credit—or whatever you girls are into these days—and he’s going to love every bit of your sassy fucking attitude. That’s what you deserve, Liv. Not some dipshit who’s so threatened by your independence that he has to humiliate you to feel better about himself.”

“Fuck it,”

“Atta girl,”

“You have to fuck him,” she finally says. My sister, everybody.

Fuck everything I just said. Olivia Grant is mine.

LIVVY’S ‘THIS OR I DON’T WANT IT’ LIST

Because even though I told him not to fall in love with me, I may have forgotten to take my own advice.

There’s nobody in this world like Olivia Grant—and I’m the idiot who fell in love with her, just to turn around and watch her leave.

roughly. “I just need you to be mine, Liv. Really mine. Please. I don’t care what it takes. If you want to keep it a secret until we both retire, we will. But I can’t just be your friend anymore. It’s fucking killing me inside.”

“I’m not kidding,” I hiss. “I don’t care what he says to you. If you put your hands on him…” I pause, thinking of something that will get his attention. “No sex for a month.” Jaw dropping in outrage, he sits up straight, staring down at me. “A whole month?”

Fuck. I love her so much, it hurts. And I can’t wait to tell her.

“There she is,” I say, stalking toward her until I’m close enough to yank her into my body. I reach under her chin with two fingers, tilting it upward as I lower my mouth so it’s hovering right above hers. “How’s my birthday girl?”

“What could I say? She’s right. I’m Founder and CEO of the Olivia Grant Fan Club, Dimes. I’m a fucking fool for you, and as soon as you’re ready, the whole world will know it.” He huffs a quiet laugh, squeezing my hand. “My mom sees how happy you make me, and she’s already so grateful for it. All you have to do is be yourself, and she’s going to fall in love with you just like I did. I promise.”

Because after the last two days and seeing how she’s fit in with the other important people in my life, I’m surer than ever that we’re endgame.