Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Is the shit going to hit the fan?” I ask Ken, who just shrugs.
“Wouldn’t be us if we weren’t ruffling feathers,” he states and the phone rings in his hand. He looks down and then up. “Time to go see the boss.” He holds up the phone and puts it to his ear. “I’m on my way,” he says, walking out of my office and then stopping. “We going to have to have a debrief tomorrow morning?” I nod at him, and only when he walks out of the room do I let out the breath I’ve been holding.
“That was intense,” Eric remarks, and I put my hands that are balled into fists on the desk. “I don’t know how we didn’t see it before.”
“He fucked us so many times.” I think back to all the times the plays were fucked up on the ice. “And I thought it was just the plays on the ice.” I shake my head.
“Tonight we celebrate,” he says and the phone beeps on my desk.
Beautiful Goddess:
Proud of you.
Beautiful Goddess:
I love you.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Tomorrow we fuck things up again.” He laughs. “Now, let’s go and take some questions from the press.” He motions with his head, and I pick up my phone and put it in my pocket.
“Let’s do this.” Walking out of the room, knowing that sooner rather than later I’ll be with my girl, and for once it won’t feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.
thirty-eight
Victoria
“It’s been over an hour,” Lexi notes, holding her wine in her hand and looking over to the door of the bar. “They are never this late.”
The knots in my stomach that were there the entire game are not gone, even after the big win. Something was happening and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I pick up my phone and turn it over to see if Zane texted me. My last text to him was right after the game. Actually, two texts, both three words.
Me:
Proud of you.
Me:
I love you.
Both of them said they were read, both of them still unanswered. “It shouldn’t be much longer,” Ariella reasons. “If it is, I’m going to have to go and one of you will have to drive him home.”
“I can drive him,” I offer her, “but I’m sure he’ll want to see you more than he wants to see me.” Ariella smiles at me. “I called him today to wish him luck,” I inform her. “He told me to never call his phone again with that message since I’ve never once in my life cared until I started dating his coach.” She laughs. “He hung up on me and then sent me a text to tell me to fuck off.”
“He didn’t mean it.” Ariella leans across the table and puts her hand on mine.
“I hope he did because I then told him to go fuck himself, and I was taking back the luck.”
“You know what that means now,” Kylie says, taking a sip of her water, “every single game you have to repeat that same thing.” The whole table nods their heads. “Knox and I had sex once before the game and they won, and he thought every single game thereafter I had to have sex with him before the game.”
“They travel.” I gasp.
“Yeah, he thought I would go with him. Sneak in his room.”
“I did that.” The girls stare at me with their eyes looking like they are going to pop out of their sockets. “It was in the beginning.”
“When?” Kylie asks me.
“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is I didn’t get caught. But Knox did show up at the door and I had to hide.” I laugh and then the laugh stops midway when the door opens and two guys walk in. The whole table holds our breath to see if it’s our guys and it’s not.
“This is getting to be ridiculous,” Lexi pouts. “It’s like doomsday and we are seeing who is returning home unscathed.”
“Okay, well, for one, no one died,” Ariella states, “so there is that to celebrate.”
The door opens and more players come in, all of them acknowledging us with a chin lift, and I’m so nervous that my leg is bouncing up and down. “I’m giving them five more minutes,” I mumble, “and then I’m going back.”
I pick up my phone and I’m about to call him when the door opens, Knox and Kirby come in first, both in their suits minus the ties. They look around the room, coming to us. Lexi and Kylie both get up to greet them. “They’re coming,” Knox says, his voice monotone.
I know something is wrong; I can feel it in my bones. I look over at Ariella, who gives me a smile, and I don’t know if she’s trying to comfort herself or me. The door opens and I’m on my feet before I can even think about it. Jaxon comes in first, looking around and then seeing me and Ariella. He nods at me then goes to Ariella. I don’t even care, my feet make it to the door when Zane walks in. His head is down, and I feel like my heart is going to either come out of my chest or my throat. His eyes find mine and I can see so much turmoil in them, it’s making it hard for me to breathe.