I take a shower and after my hair is wrapped in a towel and I’m wearing my cotton robe, I put the gold eye patches under my eyes as I take out my phone and go into my text messages.
I press on the phone number I sent to myself, wondering if he’s even going to answer. It rings three times before he answers, and it sounds like he’s out of breath. “Hello.”
“Zane,” I say his name, curling my legs under myself as I sit on the couch.
“How did you get my number?” he quickly asks.
“Does it matter?”
“Victoria,” he says my full name.
“I got it from Jaxon’s phone,” I tell him, knowing he’s probably freaking out.
He gasps. “What if you got the wrong number?”
“How many Coach Zanes are there in the world that my brother has stored in his phone, do you think?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “Now that we know it is the right number, it was indeed a good idea,” he sighs and my nipples pebble.
“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.
