Mattheo is the hotheaded boy everyone fears, envies or wants. NHL’s best player, he’s the Captain of Vancouvers Piers. With messy curls, brown eyes and the sexiest grin ever, he gets everyone he wants. Except, the girl he wants, he can’t have.

Mattheo was given one rule. Stay away from you, Theodore’s Nott’s girlfriend’s best friend. He couldn’t give two shits about you, until his eyes landed on the brunette firecracker with the prettiest eyes that night at the bar.

As you jumped down the corridor at your best friend’s apartment, trying to put your sock back on, you finally managed to pull it over your heel, but your landing’s all wrong, sending you tumbling backwards with a few curses.

Just as your ass was about to hit the ground, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you waist, pulling you back up on your feet. A shiver danced down your spine at the hands resting on your stomach.

“Hey, mama.”

You shoved Mattheo Riddle and rocket so fast across the kitchen, your legs split. Theodore darts forward and hoists you up, via an arm around your waist as he howled with laughter.

“Riddle’s first time sending a girl running for the hills like that. Holy fuck, that was the best.”

Theodore laughed at Mattheo, his best friend.