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)
“This can’t be happening,” he says, and I hide my disappointment.
“Relax there, Coach,” I reply, not willing to use his name. “It’s fine, it was just sex between two consenting adults.”
“How old are you?” I roll my eyes at that question.
“Does it matter?” I shake my head.
“Yes,” he quickly hisses out.
“Okay, fine,” I say, “eighty-four. Does that make you feel better?”
“Victoria,” he says my name in a frustrated voice, “seriously.”
“Nope.” I will not give him this. “All that matters is we make sure that night is our secret, and we are both on the same page, so no one finds out about it.”
“I agree,” he says quietly. “That night needs to stay between us.” I want to ask him why, but I refrain from it.
“Your wish is my command. Have a great night, Coach.” I hang up the phone on him. I look down. “It’s a sad day because he had a magical cock.” I shake my head, silently wishing he calls me back but getting up, knowing that he won’t.
six
Zane
I slip the black jacket off the hanger and put it on, before pulling my cuffs out of the sleeves. The nerves in my stomach almost make me feel sick. It’s our first home game of the season. I take a deep inhale and look at myself once more before I head out. I’m in a black tailored suit with a charcoal button-up shirt, my hand goes to the knot at the neck. “Game fucking day,” I say before running my hand through the top of my hair and then down over my beard. I think I should really cut it off, but I like the way it looks.
The phone rings and I look down to see it’s my dad, “Hey,” I say putting him on speaker.
“Hey yourself.” His voice is gruff, “Whatcha doing?”
“About to head to the rink.”
“You nervous?” He asks me and I give a little chuckle, “You got this son. We’ll be staying up to watch the game.”
“Thanks. I want you to call me tomorrow and tell me how you think I did.” I say and he laughs.
“I’ll take notes.” He chuckles at me, “talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you too dad.” I say and hang up.
I turn off the lights in my bathroom and head for the stairs, going up to the top floor where the kitchen, living room, and the front door and garage are. I’ve been in this house since my house had to be completely gutted and then rebuilt. I bought this one in the meantime, but as time goes by, I think this is the house I’m going to be living in, and I’ll sell the other one. I walk to the garage, getting into the car, and pressing the remote to open the door before starting the SUV. Once the door is up, I pull out of the garage and make my way down the road. The ocean is on my right and mountains on my left. The house is on a cliff, which I love since it’s on the beach, but not directly on the beach, which gives it more privacy.
My drive to the arena doesn’t lessen my nerves and as I pull up to the entrance, I know immediately it’s going to be a different type of insanity today. The media is already set up to take pictures of the guys arriving. They have not made a secret of it; they are watching my every fucking move. I pull up and stop my car when I see Clive walking out of his office, a big smile on his face. “Hey, Coach,” he greets and slaps my arm, “you excited about tonight?”
“I’m not the one on the ice,” I tell him, hitting his arm. As I walk into the building, I hear a couple of the reporters calling my name and I just ignore them, walking in.
I head to my office, taking off my jacket and loosening my tie before I head over to the coaches’ room. There is a long table in the middle of the room, one wall has three screens on it, and the other two beside it to show us replays. Then there is the whiteboard with the players’ name written on it with what line they are on.
I take a second to stare at it. “Hey.” I look over my shoulder at Jaxon, who walks into the room. I have to say, for the last month, I’ve been waiting for him to walk into the room and deck me for sleeping with his younger sister. It feels like I’m standing in the middle of the room with a ticking time bomb in my hand, and it’s about to explode every single time. That night, after she called me and she refused to tell me how old she was, I lay in bed trying to think of how old she could be. Did I know she was younger than me? Of course, but did I know she was just fucking graduated young? No, I thought for sure she was in her mid-to-late-twenties. I did not think she had just fucking graduated university. I closed my eyes and even called myself an old pervert for sleeping with her to begin with. I know I need to focus on one thing and one thing only – winning this game. Victoria Stevenson should be the farthest thing from my mind.