Chapter 10: Game day

-SIENNA-

It was Friday night, and I couldn't believe I was going to a hockey game for the second time in my life. Michelle took advantage of my drunkenness last Monday to convince me to go.

The first time I attended an ice hockey game was last year, right when Michelle started dating Hank. At the time, we were sitting in the area reserved for wives and girlfriends—or WAGs, as they call them. As I didn't fit into either of these categories, I felt super awkward the whole time. But I was convincing myself that this time would be different.

According to Harper, I should have asked Matt for his jersey, but the idea made me very uncomfortable, and I didn't do it. Then Michelle offered me one of her sweaters with Hank's number on it, which I obviously rejected. I chose to wear a black single-front top with a bow at the back of the neck and paired it with black jeans. My hair was loose, with soft curls, and I was wearing light make-up. Before I left the house, I remembered to put on a leather jacket. I always get cold in the arena.

The last thing I want today is to draw attention. We agreed to keep our marriage a secret and I needed to blend in with the crowd as much as possible.

Michelle lives in Hank's penthouse on the west side, near the park. It's not far from my apartment, so I decided to meet her there. I found her dressed in some sexy black leather pants and, as usual, Hank’s jersey. She's got her hair up in a neat bun and makeup that emphasizes her cat eyes. She always looks gorgeous and today was no exception.

Together we entered the arena. This time it was just the two of us, because Harper was out of town on a business trip.

We found our seats and not long after, they announced the players.

"Look, there is Hank", shouted Michelle, pointing at him, as he skated on the ice.

Some of the women behind us commented when they saw him and giggled. With his dark skin, chocolate-colored eyes and muscular physique, Hank is often the heartthrob of the team. Michelle doesn't mind. On the contrary, she's even proud of it. But, of course, he only has eyes for her.

He scanned the room, probably searching for her. When their eyes connected, he began to make a heart with his hands for her.

Matt arrived skating too and stopped a few meters from him. As Hank walked over to the plexiglass to blow kisses at Michelle, Matt shook his head from side to side as the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

Hank was always like that. He loves her to the bone and doesn't mind looking goofy or silly. They're very cute together. If there were more men like Hank, maybe I wouldn't be so skeptical about believing in relationships.

Matt then turned his gaze to our seats and saw me. His dark hair was messy, and he looked incredibly hot. When his gaze met mine, surprise and something else I couldn't quite decipher flashed across his face. His mouth turned into a big smile. I hadn't seen Matt smile since the day I agreed to the marriage, and until that moment, I didn't realize how much I missed it.

And, just like that time, Matt's smile trapped me in a place I never wanted to leave. I waved shyly and mouthed hi to him. Was he happy that I came to watch him play?

The first period was about to start, and he skated away, leaving me with some unknown feeling fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

-MATT-

I shouldn’t be nervous about today’s game. After all, I’ve been playing hockey since we moved from France when I was 8 years old.

But I am. The pressure was huge to perform well in another team, another city, another country.

Lewis was a great friend, and the other guys on the team are not bad, but this is not my home. I can't help it. I'm feeling out of sorts.

I wish my family had been here. Hell, I wouldn’t mind seeing f.ucking Anna here. Seeing a familiar face would help a lot.

During our warm-ups, Lewis started to do his goofy antics with his girlfriend, and it was very funny. I started to feel a little lighter when I turned my head in the direction where he was looking, and I found her.

With her dirty blonde hair contrasting with her dark jacket, Sienna shone under the arena lights like a f.ucking beacon. The other women around her were all heavily made-up, their hair styled, and they didn't stand a chance against Sienna’s beauty. She was easily the most beautiful girl here.

I should have gotten a golden medal for resisting her the other night. Even in the dim lights in the living room, I could make out the outline of her body beneath that silky nightgown. Those perky nipples pressing against her blouse and those tiny shorts hiding very little of those delicious, toned legs almost made me groan out loud.

I wanted to touch her very badly that I gripped the back of the couch so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Thank God she ran away when I was about to pounce on her. I should be focusing on rebuilding my career again, not lusting over my fake wife.

And that's why the next day I couldn't do anything but pretend nothing happened.

The whole week, I managed to only sleep, eat, and breathe hockey. The interactions with Sienna were kept to a bare minimum.

But on Friday, when our eyes collided in the arena, for a moment, I didn’t care if our marriage was just a scheme. I was just so f.ucking glad that I had someone over there to support me.

She sent me a shy smile that reassured me, and it was the encouragement I needed to kick a.ss today.