All Chapters of The Jock - The Ashford Brothers Series - Book Four: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tatum POVThe game was terrible; I have never seen Fred play this badly. I flinched a few times when he was distracted and shoved against the glass. I could tell his head wasn’t in the game and the coach, instead of getting him out, kept him in there so he could get shoved around.Thatcher wasn’t his best either, but it’s a new team and they haven’t had time to practice together. His transfer was weird for everyone. No one ever transfers during the season, usually is only before the new season starts, so I am kind of curious to know what the hell happened and how he got the transfer so easily.Grabbing my things, I walk out of my office to go to the police station. Julien asked me to go with them. He thinks that’s a publicity stunt from the police to show the public they are doing something while they are not really investigating anything they should.Walking down the corridor, I feel my heart beating fast. Even though I know Thunder is not here, I keep thinking he will come out of on

Fred POV“It was a waste of my fucking time,” I let out as I bring the cold beer to my lips and Richard nods as Dylan and Jude look at me. My brothers are my best friends. They have always stuck around helping me, even when I didn’t want their help. As the younger of four, I grew up in their shadow, always wanting to be like them.Jude was always quiet, but he was always the strongest one, Dylan was like the clown of the group, his function in life was to make people laugh and make them feel uncomfortable with his remarks, Richard is extremely serious and as the older one he always saw himself as the protector of the bunch.I was always the rebel, trying to break away from them and trying to leave my own mark on the world, and I ended up playing hockey because none of them did, none of them was into sports, besides watching them, so I thought that was my path and I was fucking right. I am good at what I do and everyone that likes hockey knows m

Fred POV“I know you all did your best, and I hope you all have a good rest now, we will be back for the next season with some new players, and a new hope for the Stanley Cup,” the coach says after our last game of the season. Thatcher is standing next to him with his eyes glued on me.We haven’t really talked to each other and, to be fair, he’s been a good captain for the team. Everyone respects him and he is doing the best he can. But I still don’t like the guy. Tatum avoids me like the plague. She only talks to me whenever is extremely necessary and even when I confronted her, she didn’t say much.“Tatum, please, why are you doing this?” I ask her as she looks directly into my eyes. Her arms crossed in front of her chest while she puts more distance between us as she takes one step away from me.“Fred, please, I told you before, I did what I had to do, and this is the best for me and for Grace. Plea

Tatum POVI look at my watch as I bite my lower lip. Even though the team finished their season, I haven’t stopped working, I only get one week's break as I arranged for someone to cover for me, other than that, I have to keep track of the player's social media posts, and the team’s as well as all the player's social appearances. I work directly with their management team while they are on break. It’s exhausting as I am down to a skeleton team.I look at the key card resting on my desk while I rub my forehead, predicting a headache to make an appearance today. I still haven’t decided if I will meet Fred or not, the way he left me in that bathroom… Bothered and in desperate need of feeling him again keeps playing in my head.The last time I was touched was months ago, the day I decided to play the happy wife with Thatcher. I haven’t had sex with him, even though he asked for it, but I denied him. I kept telling him it was not part of the deal because we were not a real couple. That’s w

Tatum POVI remove my wig the same way Fred removes all the stuff he has attached to his face and hair. The wing he is using is long and blonde, while the mustache matches perfectly in shade with the hair. “Where did you get these?” I ask as I lift the wig in front of my face. Fred smiles and shrugs.“I have a friend that specializes in makeup and stuff like that. She used to work in Hollywood, but now she is a content creator on social media.” He lets out, and I smile as he smiles back at me. “We can use these as many times as we want, or I can get different ones and we can pretend to be different people every time,” he says and I can’t help but laugh.“You like this role-play thing?” I ask, and he shrugs his shoulder as he tests the temperature of the water in the bath. He offers me his hand and I take it. Slowly, I sink into the bath and all the aches in my body disappear. I close my eyes, moaning softly, and he slides behind me. His legs are around my own as he wraps his arms arou