Hard Pass

'Hard pass.'

That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse-and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face.

Beauty might only be skin deep for some-but I know better.

'Pay up.'

That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare baseball cards, she's clever and entertaining. I'm instantly smitten, but nowhere ready to reveal myself. Thank god she has no idea who I am-or what I look like.

I'm a professional athlete-how hard can playing the love game be?

Contains mature themes.