“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.”
