Angol
Coach Casey. A real piece of work. Rude, uptight-a complete jerk. It felt like nothing I did could ever please him. I was there to play hockey, not jump through hoops like a circus monkey in a suit. The way his mouth curled over his lips when he smiled? Hated it. The way he pushed me harder than ever before? Hated that too.
Then there was that one night we spent together, and suddenly my whole world was upside down. Hated it. Hated him. Yup, Coach Casey was a jerk, but weirdly, I think I might have just liked it. But let's be real, there was no way we could be anything more than enemies. He was my coach, after all, and I was so deep in the closet that I didn't even know where the door was.
Things took a turn for the worse when I learned Coach Casey wasn't exactly who he said he was. Our relationship was forbidden, and Casey's past threatened to unravel all of it. Would we survive? Or would we remain enemies, stuck between love and hatred on the eternal ice?
Warning: This is a high-heat M/M hockey romance, filled with explicit language and some violence. This story features an Irish Mafia hockey romance between a coach and his adult player. Please be advised.
