Whatever the jerk asks.
Calder Castleman nailed the top three spots on my Never Not EVER dating list.
Which means he's a triple threat of thou-shalt-not.
His cocky attitude had me immediately putting him on ignore, but Never Not EVER list be damned, those mischievous hazel eyes that gleamed with his every dirty thought, along with that body of his—holy smokes, that body—suddenly had me agreeing to go on exactly one date with him.
Oh. And the lawsuit he's threatened me with also might’ve helped persuade me.
I’m known as The Big F*%$ing Deal.
Just ask the fans.
My job is to throw touchdown passes that win games, and I get paid millions to do it.
Not only was I named the AP "Player of the Year" for two years running, most recently, Petra Hyatt, Hollywood gossip blogger, anointed me with the same title, she just wasn’t referring to football.
Yeah, yeah. I know I sound like an a$$hole, but, ladies, come on. Can I help it if I’m hot, charming and well-hung?
In all honesty, I’m really a pretty nice guy once you get to know me.
But Rori Flannigan—possible girl of my dreams—doesn't wantto get to know me. Matter of fact, she couldn’t care less that she screwed with my love life and made me look like an idiot.
So I’m going to make her care.
And once she sees what a great catch I am, she’ll beg me to drop the pending lawsuit make her mine. Because who wouldn’t want to be with me?
I’m The BFD