Madison
“Seriously? You’re asking me to travel to Colorado?” I am not impressed. I live in Austin, Texas. Lived here all my life, all twenty-two years of them and I have no intention of relocating anytime soon. And I have my little dog to think about, Honey-Belle, the love of my life a cute pale Chihuahua.
Hi, I’m Madison Lane and I’m a digital sports journalist. I attended Austin University because I’m a real home body and love being close to my folks, my sister Henri who works as a librarian in our small hometown, my brother Jefferson who is currently between jobs and following his music career. Someday he is going to make it big, and he can support my Gucci buying habit.
Yeah, I love Gucci and all things pink except for my nail polish which always has to be siren red. Although I do break my rule for coral in the summer.
“Yes, Colorado.” My boss is saying as she stands at the door of my goldfish bowl office where I still have no blinds up. Honestly, I’ve been hassling our maintenance team for months to fit my office out with some privacy blinds. How hard can it be? “And the assignment starts in one week, so you need to get your skates on with this.”
One week, is he joking? He’s joking right? I look at Ruben as if he is from another planet. “Don’t give me that look young lady.” He raises his bushy eyebrows to his forehead.
“Er, I don’t think you can get away with saying that.” I tell him. Ruben is in his early forties, so he ought to know better. It’s not like he is a dinosaur and to be honest for running his own reporting agency, he’s done extremely well having worked his way up from the bottom covering menial stories to setting up on his own. This guy has worked his butt off and then some. His wife Jocelyn tells me she hardly ever sees him and that’s why their twenty-year relationship has survived. Sounds good to me. I’m thinking that a relationship where you have benefits but don’t have to see each other that often can work pretty well.
Especially since I am the QUEEN of failed relationships. First there was my high school boyfriend, Lanson. He was the jock of the school and played quarterback, he was a couple of years older than me. I was so in love with him it physically hurt. Then I found out he was fucking someone else behind my back. Some girl in college. Go figure, right?
“Maybe not. Apologies. But this is a big story and you’re the best girl. Er, woman for the job.” He runs his hands through his dirty-blonde hair. His brown eyes look tired, too many late nights at the office and a couple of young kids at home can do that to you. So I hear.
Where was I? Yeah, my miserable failed encounters with the opposite sex. At Uni I dated a law student, he was kind of cute until he decided to go all weird on me. First everything was perfect, you know how it is. You can’t keep your hands off each other, you have to spend literally every minute with one another, kissing is like your lifeline and sex is the only thing you can think off. And yeah, we were that inseparable, coochy-coo couple that everyone was jealous of.
Until Riley decided he wanted to take a role in New York when he was done studying. He’d been made an offer that even I knew was too good to resist. Yet, NYC isn’t for me no way. Like I said, I’m a home girl I love where I live, and I don’t see any reason to go anywhere else except for a holiday. We fizzled out, there was no way we wanted a long-distance relationship. Okay, I’m bending the truth here a bit. I could have gone with it but he couldn’t.
His words. Babe, I need someone by my side, and I don’t want to be dealing with the stress of coming and going, getting on and off planes, working through manic schedules… There was more to it, but I’m guessing you get my drift.
“What’s the detail?” I ask Ruben as I tap away at my keys on the laptop. I’ve got a deadline on a piece I’ve just run for the local high school basketball team, some up and coming player, Milton Swaney is going to be the next big thing. Trust me, I have an eye for spotting them and he’s already got about every scout sniffing after him right now.
“It’s to cover Alex Stone.” My ears prick up. Not THE Alex Stone? Golden boy of the NHL scene. The one with a potty mouth and the total man whore. His face is plastered everywhere and always with some new girl. He doesn’t have the best image but as the captain for the Coldridge Icebreakers, he plays a brilliant centre. He is the star of the NHL right now and can do no wrong.
“Are you shitting me?”
“Nope. You’ve basically got to follow him around 24/7 and report back on a daily basis with your Vlog and social posts.” I feel a migraine coming on. I don’t want to be associated with Alex Stone. Hell, I have never met him, and I don’t like him.
“Can’t you assign someone else? I don’t think I can do this. He’s really not my kind of player.”
“Be serious, Madison. He’s the best there is right now. Besides, with the playoffs coming up, you are the only one who can do the job. You’re the best and you’re covering it.”
“But Colorado? Alex Stone. This is my worst nightmare.”
“Tough. I’ve secured you an apartment and you take your dog of course. All expenses paid plus a rewarding bonus.” Okay, the word bonus always makes my heart race some and gives me that feeling you get when you eat milk chocolate.
“Please.” Ruben implores with his puppy dog eyes. I’ve worked for him for the last two years and honestly, I’d feel like a total bitch if I let him down. I know I’m the best he’s got on the team. What choice have I got.
I guess I ought to start packing and get myself organized to move to Colorado for the next six months or so. But Alex Stone. Ugh.
Alex The view from where I’m laying right now in my penthouse suite in the Lexington Hotel in New York is pretty damn good. The girl riding me has got some tits on her that are bouncing up and down like a damn yo-yo. I bring my head up slightly to suck on one of her budding nipples. She groans. Don’t ask me her name because I have no fucking idea.She’s a hook up, a puck bunny. They’re everywhere and trust me when I say they literally drop their panties at the sight of a hockey player, especially me. I’m just your average guy who got lucky with a stick and worked damn hard from a young age. I’ll come back to all of that later.Right now, I’m watching as she throws her head back, her long red hair flowing down her back as she rocks forward and back getting her clit off on my groin and her pussy on my rock-hard dick. “Yeah, baby let it go. You know you want to.” I say as she increases her pace.This girl is ready to explode all over me anytime soon. She’s panting and riding so fast tha
MadisonTo say I am not impressed is the understatement of the century. And the next century whilst I’m in one. Like seriously, Alex Stone. God. I have my hand to my head as I stand in the glass elevator that runs from the top floor where my office is, down to the reception.The smoked elevator doors open, and I step out onto the marble reception area. It never ceases to take my breath away; we have one of the most stunning businesses in Austin. Yeah, maybe I’m biased but I love where I work, I love my boss and his family, and I love all my colleagues.The floor is the color of a cappuccino, light and breezy. In the centre is a round reception area where Monique works and has done even before I arrived here on the scene. She’s around forty something with long auburn hair that is in a different style every day. How this woman gets time when she’s got a couple of teenagers to herd in the morning and deal with is beyond me, but she is always immaculately turned out.“Hey sweetie.” She ca
AlexI park up in front of the rink, we sure do have an impressive outfit. The large domed building is all glass frontage and it’s had a rehaul recently thanks to some new sponsors. Talking of which, I have a shoot in a few days with CCM who were rebranded from Reebok. I don’t particularly like photoshoot days because they end up being long and arduous, still they pay me a fortune to be their brand ambassador for their hockey apparel and my manager forced me to take it.It's dark but the lights are all on inside, there will be some of the guys still doing practice or at the bar. I make my way through the large sliding entrance doors and through the foyer with its high gloss floor tiles, heading straight to the door on the left that takes me through to the locker rooms and coach’s office.Coach Burns is a man in his forties, he used to play for our team and also for Vegas and for Vancouver in his lifetime. He’s got so many cups and wins under his belt but not the Stanley Cup. That is o
MadisonI’m mad as hell about this whole damn situation and now it turns out I have to go day after tomorrow. Just a little email bombshell, seriously I thought my boss was better than that.Belle my little baby girl, chihuahua comes over from her pink fluffy bed with her tail wagging, seriously she’s wagging it so much it could fall right off her ass. Damn my girl is so friggin adorable. I drop my keys on the pine table in my hallway and bend down to greet her and pick her up. I hold her close to me, she smells of doggy coconut shampoo, she’s good enough to eat.“Hey girl. How was your day, my snuggle pup?” She moves her head around my chin and neck and tries to lick me. I kiss the top of her head. “Mommy has had a rough day; baby girl and we need to move. So there goes our weekend plans, we’re all about the packing my sweet thing.” Belle has no idea what I’m saying to her and she’s way too busy snuggling up to me and giving me those puppy dog eyes of hers.Eventually, I place her ba
AlexI’m livid, fuming, fucking pissed off. I don’t need some snoop around me and certainly not for 24/7. Jeez-us it’s a real spanner in the works not to mention she’ll be in the way. Sure, I like going out like any other guy my age and I like pussy, who doesn’t at my age? Girls are the same. We have high sex drives, well most of us in any case.Tough shit, she’s going to have to tolerate it. There is no way I am making out she is my girlfriend. No. Fucking. Way. I throw my keys in the aquamarine ceramic bowl that sits on the top of my mahogany table in the hallway. Mom bought it for me on one of her trips to Mexico. It’s the only dash of color in the hallway, hell practically in the whole house since I prefer whites, blacks, charcoals, and neutrals.My yard is masculine, and I like it this way. From the large stainless-steel fridge in my kitchen, where I have to admit I do the minimum amount of cooking, I grab a diet coke. I guzzle down half a bottle in one go. Yeah, I know at this t
Madison“Whoa hold on a minute, I thought the agreement was that I was being given a rental for six months. Now you tell me, at the last minute I am staying at Alex Stone’s house. Are you insane? Seriously?”It’s the n’th hour before I am scheduled to have an early pick up tomorrow at five a.m and my boss has just let me know that I will be staying with Alex Stone. How do you think I feel? First, I was definitely told I was getting a place on lease for the six months and now he drops this bombshell on me. Honestly, I feel like walking out of this gig and the job, but I can’t.You see, I make a good living. I have a fantastic following and my YouTube channel brings me in top dollar. If I walk away now there will be no promotion, I won’t make it to the senior rank on the paper and there will be no more living the high life for me. That I suppose I could do without, but my place doesn’t come cheap, a house near the lake with a deck and some forest ground surrounding it, as you can imagin
AlexOkay, why am I so nervous? Jeez. It’s just a journalist not my favorite type of person so why the heck have I gone round after my cleaning lady to do another hoover of the floors and cleaning them. So weird, right? I’ve fluffed up the scatter cushions on the sofa at least ten times, me being domesticated. It’s a joke. I am the least person who will ever be domesticated and yet here I am having whizzed the hoover round again, mopped the floors and preening the cushions.I ordered flowers in for the guest bedroom for Madison Lane and an extra bunch for the dining room table. Pale blush roses, I hear that they’re an easy color if you’re not sure what color to go for. Hopefully, Madison Lane has no allergies to flowers or specifically roses. Am I sweating? Shit. I never sweat not even before a big game. I hope I’m not turning into a big woos.“All good?” My best friend Shane asks. He and I have known each other since we were kids. Our folks have always lived next door to each other,
MadisonI step out of the car that Alex Stone’s management team put on for me. I have to say they’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble; they must really need this man’s acting cleaning up so much that he squeaks by the end of it.My flight from Dallas was upgraded to first class and I enjoyed reclining my seat and getting stuck into my new Lucy Score book, I’m a sucker for romance and smut and she sure does deliver. The air hostess was a pretty young woman with ice blonde hair and green eyes that shone like emeralds, wasted in my opinion serving drinks to rich people when she could be adorning cat walks especially with her height and slender build. A black stretch limo was waiting for me when I got through arrivals after being greeted by a good-looking chap around his thirties, with jet black hair and brown eyes. I saw him holding a white card with my name on it in black and headed straight for him.“Madison Lane?” He asked in an accent I’d not place from around these parts, he more of