Alex
I 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 one I definitely want to bring home for our team.
I find him sitting at his desk peering at something on his laptop. “Good you could make it.” He says with his no-nonsense tone of voice. Now I’m wondering wtf I could possibly have done for this attitude.
“No problem.” I say. He nods to indicate I should take a seat then looks up from whatever he is doing on the laptop.
“Good night?” He asks.
“Nothing special.” I say wanting him to just spit out whatever it is I’m doing here at half nine at night. I’ve got a club to go to with some of the guys although now I’m thinking I could just go back home and crawl into bed. I’m knackered, he’s been drilling us so hard the last couple of weeks in prep for the Stanley Cup playoffs coming up in a week’s time. Are we ready for it? You bet we are. Our team has got winning odds and I sure as hell hope I’m able to deliver. Being the captain and the center player is no walk in the park.
I glance up as I see the door to his office open and my manager Levi comes walking in. What is he doing here at this time of night. Seriously, I hope they’re not about to draft me or let me go. I run through my latest outbursts on the ice, yes there have been a few and then some. What can I say? I’m a bit happy-go-lucky with my fists when I get going. I’ve been in the sin-bin more times than I can count. And yeah, I do know I need to get a grip on that. It’s not the best when you’re the captain.
“Evening, Stone.” My manager, Levi says and pulls out a seat next to coach.
“Evening, Levi.” I lean back in my chair and stretch my long legs out in front of me and fold my arms in front of my chest. Is this a defensive pose? Yeah, most psychologists will tell you that it is, and hell I feel slightly defensive what with my coach and my manager in front of me.
“We brought you in tonight because we need to have a word with you about your image.” Levi opens the conversation. My fucking what?
“What’s up with my image?” As far as I’m concerned, it’s not worse or better than anyone else’s on the ice. I mean if we look at Lacey, he’s a friggin nightmare. He drinks before games, locks with most of the opposing players more than I do, can’t hold down his drink and is always plastered over social media stumbling out of clubs.
“Let’s start with the other night.” Levi holds up his phone screen facing me. Mm, he may have a point on that one. I’m coming out of a club with my shirt hanging open, a girl on my right with her hands down my pants and another girl on my back. It was a good night, what can I say. It got even better when I took the twins home, and we had a fantastic, hot and dirty threesome.
“Then there’s this.” He flicks through some images and stops. Ah, yes that night. Okay, so some dude was picking on one of the girls in a bar, the waitress who was only doing her job and I confronted the asshole in question. Needless to say, we got into a brawl, and I kicked his ass. The guy in the picture is nursing a bloody nose and I’m standing there with my hair all ruffled up, no shirt on and giving him the finger. Then Levi scrolls to another picture and it shows my fist in contact with the asshole’s face.
“I could go on and on. I’ve got a whole stock of photos here, Stone with you disgracing yourself.” I clench my jaw and feel my teeth grinding at the back. I need to watch that; my dentist has already told me that I’m in danger of grinding them away and needing some serious work doing. I don’t like going to the dentist. I may be a huge six-foot something guy but the sound of all those drills and whatnot do give me the heebie-jeebies.
“We have a sports journalist coming in day after tomorrow. Madison Lane. You may have heard of her.” I shrug my shoulders, sure who hasn’t. She’s been making a name for herself with her sports coverage and she’s fucking hot. H.O.T. I wouldn’t mind bedding her one night, I bet she’s an alley cat in the sheets.
I nod, he carries on. Coach is sitting and letting Levi get on with it. “Not only is she coming in to cover our games, but she is going to be covering your ass 24/7.” My jaw opens and I feel like my chin has decked out on the ground.
“What?”
“You heard me. 24/7 coverage. She’ll be staying at your house and covering basically everything you do.”
“No way, I don’t need some jumped up journalist on my ass. What about my privacy rights?” Fuck me, no way. I’m not having this. I mean what about my sexual antics, there is no way.
“There’s more.” Coach pipes up. More? What more could there possibly be. This is already bad enough. Some journalist, who’s hungry for getting to the top in my house, following me around, a camera pushed in my face every second. Man, this is so fucked up.
“You and Madison are going to clean up your image and present a front for the world to see.” Levi places his phone on the grey table we’re all seated at. I glance around hoping that if I don’t look at either him or coach this nightmare will somehow disappear in a puff of smoke.
“What exactly are you saying, Levi? You want me to stop going out and having a life. Sure, smacking some guy in the face wasn’t called for but the rest of that shit, is me having a good time, letting off steam, you know living. I’m only twenty-four, what do you expect?”
“The point is, Stone, you are letting the team down our image is at risk and we can’t afford to lose sponsors because of your behaviour. You may be a God on the ice, you may be the best that NHL has seen for a long time, but that doesn’t mean you can abuse it when you’re off the rink. You have a responsibility to our shareholders, to Coach and I, to your team and to the damn public to have a clean-cut image. Not this man whoring, fighting dick that you’re portraying.” Wow, that stings when he puts it like that. I’m just a regular guy in his twenties having a life. Shoot me why don’t you.
“Here’s the thing, Stone. You and Madison are going to pretend for the world that you’re a couple.” Shit. I almost choke and start coughing.
“Are you serious? You expect me to fake date some girl that I can’t even stand. She’s a journalist. Not only is she a journalist but she’s a blood thirsty one.”
“We don’t really care; this is the deal. If you do not clean up your image, we are going to have to think very seriously about whether you are on the team after the season and the Cup.”
Riiiight. I get it now. Fake date the bitch or get off the team. Stop having a life, going out and enjoying myself or get off the team. Wow, they’re calling the shots. It hits me like never before that I am just a hot commodity.
“And if I don’t agree to it?”
“We’ll kick you off the team. Trust me, Stone there are other players out there.” Levi says, his grey eyes glaring into mine.
“You are being fucking serious.” I bite my bottom lip.
“Like a fucking heart attack. Now she arrives day after tomorrow and your best bet is to shut the fuck up and make the most of it. I want a clean image, I want a couple that look madly in love with each other, I want the world to see wedding bells, white dresses and hear fucking church music. Got it.”
“Loud and clear, Sir.” I’m a dead man, I have no choice what the hell else am I going to do.
So, it can’t be too hard, right to pretend I like her? Can it?
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
AlexOkay, so that was just so not cool, pinching her ass like that but fuck me, it’s like a juicy peach I could have bitten into it and that would have been a whole lot worse. See, even I can show some restraint. It’s difficult because I’m telling you, this woman is a knockout. She’s definitely a ten out of ten, but her attitude that could do with some attention.Her haughtiness, however, does kind of attract me. I bet she’s a firecracker in bed. I imagine what those red, pouting lips would feel like around my dick. Whoa, too much. Down boy. I need to not think of that right now. She’s only a few feet from me.“Er, you have a dog.” I manage to mumble. Seriously, I’m kind of mesmerized by her with curves in all the right places, a butt that needs a good spanking. Shit, there you go. I’m doing it again and I just vowed not to. Her long brown hair hangs down her back straight as anything and reaches the top of her buttocks. I’m trying very hard to not think of myself fisting all that ha
MadisonHe walks in front of me down the corridor, it’s wide with knotted pine flooring that looks to be oiled with the gloss it has on it. Either side of me are glass panels. I pass a large gym area; I mean it’s huge. He has a wide screen television in there that must be at least seventy inches, and every bit of kit you’d find in a Gold’s gym. It’s pretty impressive and I spot the top of the range running machine. Fantastic, since I’m a runner and cannot wait to get on it tomorrow morning. Wait, I don’t want to be working out if he is, he doesn’t deserve to see me encased in my tight workout leggings and cute bralette top. Mm, I need to check with him about schedules. Anyway, I can always head out for a run, stick my pods on and my favorite playlist. Fine. Great. Panic over.To my right we pass a square patio area with a water feature in the middle. The water flows out of the mouth of a stone cherub, it stands I’d say around four foot high. There are lights inset around the pale blue
Alex I chuckle all the way back to my own room as I think about how feisty and fiery Madison Lane is. And a fucking dog with her. Seriously? Still, it is kind of cute and it isn’t large. Could have been worse, she could have had a Rottweiler. The way her hips sashayed as she moved around the room grabbed my interest. I need to remind myself this woman is off limits. I can’t even stand the fact that she is a journalist and sports reporter, nor that she has to be in my face practical ly 24/7 and that we have to fake date. God, what are my management team and coach thinking? I throw myself down on the king-size bed, the one I never made this morning because I was too pissed that a live-in for six months was going to be turning up at my doorstep. Still, if you’re going to have someone come and stay it may as well be someone as stunning as Madison Lane. She intrigues me with her haughty attitude, but there is no mistaking this is a woman on a mission. She wants partnership in the compa