Chapter One Teaser

EPOV

I recognise the back of one of them as being that of my agent Felix Banner and the other was a woman with a lovely shade of mahogany brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

“Ah, Carlisle, Edward, thank you for joining us so promptly,” he greets and the other two turned realizing we were now in the room.

“Felix,” I nod.

“Edward, nice to see you today, I know it wasn’t expected.”

“Um, no it wasn’t,” I agree as my eyes wandered to the woman next to him who was now standing.

“Hi, I’m Isabella Swan,” she introduces herself.

I was mesmerized.

I don’t think I have ever seen anything so fucking gorgeous in my life.

Her hair was straight in style and she had a fashionable fringe that framed her huge ass doe eyes that were an enticing shade of chocolate brown.

I couldn’t help it when my gaze lowered and passed over her perfectly shaped breasts that looked to be at least a good handful from where I was standing.

They took in her small waist and rounded hips and slender legs and feet clad in those crazy high heels women like to parade around in.

Isabella Swan was a fucking knock out.

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BPOV Teaser

Edward Masen. I know who he is. Being in this industry, you keep up with what is going on overseas, especially with someone as talented as Edward. I never really watched any of his matches, but saw the numbers that he produces.

"He's got a bit of a temper to him as well. Brace yourself," Felix suggest.

I nod and open the folder to review his stats. Inside there is the normal paperwork, appearances, goals, PFA Young Player of the Year. The list goes on and on. Unfortunately, there is a second page with nothing but shit from the press. Arrests, bar fights, and women.

I glance to the left and see his team picture. There dressed in red is Edward. Wow.

"Impressive, but yes, his personal focus needs improvement," I state quickly.

I continue to look over his information, but somehow manage to only stare at his picture. I can see why he has an issue with women. The man is sexy as fuck; a face carved from marble, piercing green eyes, moppy metallic brown hair with a smirk instead of a true smile, letting you know instantly that he is a cocky mother fucker.

I sigh and steel my resolve. No matter how good looking, he is going to be an asshole. Look at that smirk, how could he not be an asshole.