Read Online Because of His Heart (For His Pleasure, Book 27) by Kelly Favor - Free Book Online
Authors: Kelly Favor
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grabbed a copy and thrown it on the counter along with the pack of gum and water she’d been intending to purchase.
THE BILLION-DOLLAR MAN, BRODY HAWK
That was the headline beneath the glowering, chiseled face that stared out at her now, his brown eyes seeming to look directly into hers.
She’d heard that Brody Hawk had just recently signed a deal with one of the big cable networks, a deal that had made him the highest paid athlete in the world.
But even though she’d heard of him—you couldn’t live and breathe and not have been exposed to Brody Hawk somewhere, sometime—Chloe had never given the man much thought previously.
She didn’t like boxing, hated fighting, and wasn’t much of a sports fan in general.
But somehow, when she’d seen this Sports Illustrated cover earlier, she’d needed to have it—needed to look at that face and feel the butterflies it sent spinning in her belly.
Despite the fact that she’d had one of the worst weekends of her life, lost her new job and perhaps ruined her reputation in the hospitality industry—Chloe couldn’t stop staring.
As the plane descended towards New York City, she flipped the pages and began reading the article about Brody Hawk, a self-made man who’d come from a little town in the middle of nowhere, and somehow turned himself into the highest paid athlete in the world.
He had a promotional business, Hawk Entertainment, which represented Brody and some of the other biggest names in sports. He had energy drink endorsements, film, television and book deals.
Anything that you could make money on, Brody did it.
But it was really his boxing that made the whole operation tick. Brody had remained undefeated in thirty-six fights, and he’d turned pro at the age of eighteen.
Now, at age twenty-nine, his popularity and talents appeared to be at their respective peaks. His Pay-Per-View events earned him more than anyone in history, and because of that, he’d landed the largest contract in all of professional sports.
But for Brody Hawks, that was what was expected.
In the article, he came off as brash and arrogant as someone as successful as him would have to be, Chloe decided.
“I’m the best,” he was quoted as saying. “So it makes sense that I earn the most money.”
There were also more pictures of Brody in various states of dress and undress.
Chloe’s mouth was watering as she stared at his incredible body.
In one picture, he was pouring sweat after a workout, in nothing but his shorts. His arms were inked with tattoos. His brown hair was spiky, with glistening beads of water or sweat—you couldn’t be sure which--falling from the strands of hair as he looked into the camera with that magnetic confidence that oozed sexuality.
Chloe felt her entire body responding, just like the other millions of women who were drawn to the man.
He’d been linked with models and actresses and pop singers and even dancers, a serial womanizer who was unapologetic about his enjoyment of female companionship.
“I like women,” he was quoted as saying elsewhere in the article. “When I like things, I keep lots of those things around so I can enjoy them.”
The article drily noted Brody Hawk’s tendency to objectify everyone and everything around him. He was a walking contradiction—a man who might suddenly drive to an impoverished neighborhood and pay for hundreds of families to eat for a week, or send a needy youngster to college on Brody’s dime—but he might just as easily mock his opponents’ intelligence, use a woman for sex, or use his notoriety and leverage to force other businesses to capitulate to his increasingly restrictive demands.
“Everything is competition,” He was quoted as saying near the end of the article. “And I don’t ever lose.”
By the time Chloe had finished the article, the plane was touching down with a shockingly abrupt impact as the wheels hit the runway.
As soon as the plane pulled up to the gate, Amy was standing
THE BILLION-DOLLAR MAN, BRODY HAWK
That was the headline beneath the glowering, chiseled face that stared out at her now, his brown eyes seeming to look directly into hers.
She’d heard that Brody Hawk had just recently signed a deal with one of the big cable networks, a deal that had made him the highest paid athlete in the world.
But even though she’d heard of him—you couldn’t live and breathe and not have been exposed to Brody Hawk somewhere, sometime—Chloe had never given the man much thought previously.
She didn’t like boxing, hated fighting, and wasn’t much of a sports fan in general.
But somehow, when she’d seen this Sports Illustrated cover earlier, she’d needed to have it—needed to look at that face and feel the butterflies it sent spinning in her belly.
Despite the fact that she’d had one of the worst weekends of her life, lost her new job and perhaps ruined her reputation in the hospitality industry—Chloe couldn’t stop staring.
As the plane descended towards New York City, she flipped the pages and began reading the article about Brody Hawk, a self-made man who’d come from a little town in the middle of nowhere, and somehow turned himself into the highest paid athlete in the world.
He had a promotional business, Hawk Entertainment, which represented Brody and some of the other biggest names in sports. He had energy drink endorsements, film, television and book deals.
Anything that you could make money on, Brody did it.
But it was really his boxing that made the whole operation tick. Brody had remained undefeated in thirty-six fights, and he’d turned pro at the age of eighteen.
Now, at age twenty-nine, his popularity and talents appeared to be at their respective peaks. His Pay-Per-View events earned him more than anyone in history, and because of that, he’d landed the largest contract in all of professional sports.
But for Brody Hawks, that was what was expected.
In the article, he came off as brash and arrogant as someone as successful as him would have to be, Chloe decided.
“I’m the best,” he was quoted as saying. “So it makes sense that I earn the most money.”
There were also more pictures of Brody in various states of dress and undress.
Chloe’s mouth was watering as she stared at his incredible body.
In one picture, he was pouring sweat after a workout, in nothing but his shorts. His arms were inked with tattoos. His brown hair was spiky, with glistening beads of water or sweat—you couldn’t be sure which--falling from the strands of hair as he looked into the camera with that magnetic confidence that oozed sexuality.
Chloe felt her entire body responding, just like the other millions of women who were drawn to the man.
He’d been linked with models and actresses and pop singers and even dancers, a serial womanizer who was unapologetic about his enjoyment of female companionship.
“I like women,” he was quoted as saying elsewhere in the article. “When I like things, I keep lots of those things around so I can enjoy them.”
The article drily noted Brody Hawk’s tendency to objectify everyone and everything around him. He was a walking contradiction—a man who might suddenly drive to an impoverished neighborhood and pay for hundreds of families to eat for a week, or send a needy youngster to college on Brody’s dime—but he might just as easily mock his opponents’ intelligence, use a woman for sex, or use his notoriety and leverage to force other businesses to capitulate to his increasingly restrictive demands.
“Everything is competition,” He was quoted as saying near the end of the article. “And I don’t ever lose.”
By the time Chloe had finished the article, the plane was touching down with a shockingly abrupt impact as the wheels hit the runway.
As soon as the plane pulled up to the gate, Amy was standing
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