All In: Playing to Win (Gambling With Love Book 5) Read Online Free

you're gone, contracts voided under the moral turpitude clause. And you better believe I'll use this shit to blackball you with every other team in the league," he says, pointing a finger at the picture. "No one will want you!"
    "Wow." There are no other words.
    "You've both been warned before. Keep your dicks in your pants and out of the press and fucking civil suits. Or better yet, get a goddamn girlfriend! Not some whore, but a regular woman that lasts more than a fucking night!" Jerry yells at us, his face red in anger and a vein in his temple throbbing. Then suddenly his wrathful expression fades and he stands up.      
    "In fact, that's exactly what you're going to do if you're going to keep playing for this family-oriented team. You're going to find a fucking saint and take her out where the paparazzi can see you, not just once, but for weeks . Do you hear me? Weeks ! This is damage control for future's sake, too. No more sluts on planes, no more young girls, no more threesomes, and no more contracts! If you think a woman is so untrustworthy that she needs to sign something in writing before she fucks you, then don't fuck her! "
    After Lacy dumped me I had become more promiscuous in public than ever before, including getting caught fucking two flight attendants mid-flight in the first class bathroom. I still felt a little bad about them both getting fired, and one getting divorced.
    Of course the media had noticed my mile high club exploits. I tried to do damage control at the time but Lacy adamantly refused to help me by pretending we were back together. Jake, well, he's always been an all-out man-whore. He just barely squeaked out of a statutory rape charge a few months back when he idiotically screwed a fifteen-year-old girl who lied and told him she was eighteen. Luckily for him, the shit actually went down after midnight on her sixteenth birthday. We were both fucking disgusting.
    "If this gets out, how many more women are going to come forward with the same threesome story wanting a handout?" Satan asks, looking between the two of us. 
    I try to do the math in my head, but I'm too angry, too embarrassed, too...everything, to think or respond.
    "Maybe a dozen," Jake says. "This year," he adds, and I want to sock him in the jaw after his brutal honesty.
    "From now on, you two are settling down!" Jerry screams, smacking his palms on the table in front of us. "No more partying! I want you both looking so pussy whipped you can't breathe without your woman's say so. Everywhere you go, she goes. If I hear of a single slut near either of you, you're done! Maybe then you'll stop thinking with your dicks and screwing off long enough to finally win some goddamn games. That's what we're paying you a fortune to do - play football. Not to be fuck-ups by disgracing this franchise and the entire league!"
    "But...Alex Marshall," I start. "If you let me go-"
    "You. Are. Replaceable. Just like every other player on this team. There's hundreds of guys who’d kill for a shot at your job, and some who will probably even do it better. I'll throw you out on your ass and smear your name quicker than you can say 'blackballed.' If you think I'll keep putting up with your shit just because you've got a decent arm then you're a fucking idiot."
    Damn, that's a low blow.
    I've always been the best, but I haven't started the season out so great. I'd thrown at least one interception in each of the first three games, and been sacked more times than I can count. I know I'm lucky to have made it this far in the league, and I realize I need to get my shit together on and off the field.
    Especially if I'm about to be someone's father.
    I need to keep my contract, so I can make sure Lacy and the baby have everything they could ever want or need if it comes down to it. It's not like I have any type of backup plan in place if I can't keep playing football. And Jerry's right, there's not enough quick fucks from all the sluts in the world worth