(Slade’s POV)
Yesterday’s confrontation with Aspen’s ‘friend’ was still in my head. I wanted to crush anyone who would even think of hurting her.
By the time I pulled into the studio lot for the campaign shoot, my jaw hurt from how hard I had been clenching it.
Commercial endorsements were the one part of this job I hated.
I loved hockey. I loved the ice. It made you forget everything.
But this part, the photos, the smiling, the staged confidence, the lines about “performance fabric” and “elite lifestyle,” it felt like a joke someone else was making with my face.
If it were up to me, I would play hockey and go home.
But I had signed the deal.
I walked inside and the chaos started.
One stylist tugged at my jacket collar. Another dabbed powder at my forehead like I was made of glass
