The excitement is short-lived as I realize I have to get my shit together—fast—and get my ass to Norfolk asap.
I’ve never moved so quickly in all my life. I don’t even bother to change out of my suit. I grab my duffel bag and head out of my room, nearly pummeling Hudson and his bag of greasy breakfast food.
“Watch it, Alex,” he grumbles. “Where’s the fucking fire?”“I’m going to the fucking AHL, baby!” I shout with excitement, the biggest grin on my face. “Rioters, here I fucking come!”Hudson looks at me in confusion before grunting out a dejected sigh and opens his hotel room door.
“Gotta go!” I say as I make my way down to the lobby, calling up an Uber. I don’t have time to fuck around and go home, not if I want to make it to the airport on time.
Whatever happens, I’ll figure it out from here. I’m sure I’ll be back at some point to get my stuff and move.It’s not like I’m jumping on this plane and never coming back or anything.
I’m so excited I can barely contain myself. I want to tell everyone. I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops. All my hard work paid off. I did it!
Me, disaster on wheels Alex fucking Brewer, made the cut. The sky’s the limit from here.
My fingers hover over Mack’s number, but I don’t press it.
It’s like a splash of cold water to my system. I want to tell him. After everything that happened between us recently, it feels like I could tell him and maybe he’d be just as excited, but…
It’s the aftermath, and I know what Jordan Mackenzie is like the morning after a drunk hook up. I know how last night’s actions become this morning’s regrets. Hell, last night, after I blew him in the bathroom, he immediately regretted it.
I’m no fool; I know drunk Mack and sober Mack are not on the same page. And I know given the amount of alcohol he had—that we both had—he’s probably just as hungover as I am.
I should let it go. I should accept what happened between us was a fluke.
Vegas was amazing…
It was a heat of the moment thing because we were drunk and in the city of sin. Everyone hooks up in Vegas.
Last night was amazing…
But two drunk hookups do not equal a relationship, and I’m sure given the circumstances of last night’s activities, I’m thelastperson he wants to hear from. We’ve done this dance already, and I’ve seen the morning afters with Mack. They aren’t pretty, and I’m not sure I can take the anger he’ll throw my way. Also, I don’t want to deal with it. I won’t let him, or another person, ruin my good mood. Because I fucking did it.
I swipe past his name, even though I want nothing more than to call him and scream at the top of my lungs that I made it! I’m going to Pennsylvania!
Instead, I find myself calling my number one contact.
Not my mother, or my brother, or my boss.
Britt.
She answers the phone, sounding just as hungover as Hudson.
“It’s eight thirty, Alex,” she complains. “How are you up this early? Fuck.”
“I made the team,” I say as my Uber pulls up and I get in. I watch the Pine Ridge Resort disappear through the window.
“Are you fucking shitting me right now?” Her voice changes to one of equal surprise.
“Dead serious, baby. I’m on my way to the airport right this minute.”
“Holy shit! You made the team!”“It’s not official yet, and I’m not supposed to say anything, I guess, not until I sign the papers but—”
“I’m so proud of you, Alex! That’s amazing!” she squeals. “You are going to kick fucking ass, babe!”
I smirk at her excitement, but it doesn’t feel as good as it should, because I wish it was someone else telling me they are proud of me.
Like my parents.
Like Jordan.
