Logan
I slammed the door to my penthouse so hard the walls shook. The headlines were everywhere—Chase Ryder and Allie on that f*****g rooftop, eyes locked like some romance movie poster. Photos splashed across every gossip site, social media blowing up with #ChaseAllie trending again. My blood boiled as I paced the living room, phone in a death grip.
Chase wasn’t even subtle about it. That smug bastard was using Allie to get under my skin. Of course he was. The rivalry had always been there, but this? Stealing my ex in public, playing hero while I looked like the villain? It was personal. Calculated. He probably laughed about it in the locker room after beating my team.
“f*****g Ryder,” I muttered, refreshing the feeds. More photos. Allie smiling up at him. The way she used to look at m
