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Author: Esther Gana
last update publish date: 2026-01-05 20:13:08

LUTHER

I can't believe that I cried in front of this asshole, and explained to him that my mom's car is not just an old piece of junk to be insulted, but a sturdy girl that has been through hell and back with us.

He blinks at me from the driver's seat while I bawl my eyes out, and gosh, it's the most embarrassing thing in the world.

“Wow, I totally understand what you are going through,” he scratches his eyebrow.

“No, you don't, you are just a stupid rich boy.”

“Trust me, I do.” He insist
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  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    63

    MARLONLuther looks like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I look like I want to punch someone. He is trying to act like the guy is mistaken or something, but that's not even possible. We just got to Stockholm. How does he know his freaking name?!He finally looks at me with a nervous smile. "Um, Marlon, this is Alf. I met him on the beach when I went out for a walk a few minutes ago." "Hi, Marlon, I'm Alf!" He offers me a handshake. He is so happy and enthusiastic that I just want to punch his face so badly. "You all have very interesting names!" I take his hand in a quick shake, but then I let go with the speed of light. Like he has leprosy. "Is this him?" Alf points at me. "Excuse me?" I frown. "The guy that is supposed to kill me for talking to you," he laugh. "Your boyfriend?!" At this point, I almost laugh in incredulously. Not only has Luther been walking around a place that he is unfamiliar with, he has been having full blown exposure about hims

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    62

    LUTHER Did she see me? I would have sworn that I saw Larissa look right at me for a second there. I run as fast as I can, taking the stairs till I get to the top floor, where the athletes are staying. Marlon's room number is eight, don't ask how I know this. My shaky hands beat against the door so heavily until he opens it with eyes that flicker at the sight of the bright lights in the hallway. "Jeez, what the hell are you doing here?" He sounds sleepy. He doesn't even have a shirt on. "Larissa is a lesbian." I can hardly speak, because I haven't caught my breath. "Yeah, no shit," he snorts. "and you're gay. I don't see what the big deal is supposed to be." I'm frozen. I don't know what my expectations were, but not this nonchalance from him. "You knew she's a lesbian?" "It's just a wild guess, Luth. Do you know how many boys on the team have asked her out? I've known that girl all my life and she has never had a boyfriend." "Have you asked her out before?" His tired and

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    61

    LUTHER I follow behind Larissa like a meek sheep as she unlocks the door with the key. The room is very spacious and beautiful, but it also has two beds, and this gives me some kind of relief. "See? It's going to work," she dumps her bag on the first bed and jumps on it with a satisfied smile. I sit on the edge of my bed and text my mother. I'm too exhausted to call her and have a whole conversation, but we can do that tomorrow. "Um, Larissa?" I look at her. "Yes?" She sits up. Looking at me. "Thank you for offering to share your room with me." I say. "Oh Luther, don't even mention it again," she rolls her eyes. "Do you know how many siblings I have? I am already used to sharing so much." I smile as I go to stand by the window. It's such a lovely sight of the beach from here. Then my phone starts to ring on the bed, so I dive to grab it. Maybe it's mum, but she would probably allow me to sleep after I told her I am very exhausted. It's not her. It's Marlon. I inhale shar

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    60

    LUTHER Stockholm. "Luther, wake up," Larissa lightly shakes my shoulder. "We are here already," My heavy eyes manage to open and I sit up to see that everyone else is gone. It's just the two of us. "What? How is that possible?" She snickers as she throws her bag over her shoulder. "You sleep like an old and tired farmer! And so deeply too!" I yawn as I stand up to grab my own bag. This nap is definitely one of the most satisfying that I have ever had in my life, but I guess it's not a shock at all. After all that Marlon did to me in that back cabinet...."Where were you?" Larissa suddenly asks as we get off the plane. "Excuse me?" "Everyone was asleep, I opened my eyes for a second and you were missing from your seat." My heart immediately skipped a beat. I warned Marlon, that careless and nonchalant bastard, I told him that we were going to get caught. Nevertheless, I laugh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Just relieving my bladder in the toilet. Where else? It's not like

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    59

    JANAE It's like hot air rushes into my ears and I have to grab the wall because I'm falling. I can't be fired, no this is not happening. I'm finally putting my life together. I'm already planning on making a down payment for a small house for myself and my son. This can't be happening to me, I can't go back to being jobless and depressed. "Please, sir," I go down on my knees. "Please, sir, I made a mistake, I won't do it again." "You're right, you won't, because you are not going to be here. To be honest, I blame myself for all of this. I should have gone for a more qualified candidate and not given it to you because I felt sorry for you..." Tears are streaming down my face at this point, but his cold countenance remains unchanged." "Please, Marlon, I need this job." I beg with my hands clasped together. "Please, my son..." "Janae, I don't care. It's either you leave, or I am going to call security to come and kick you out." He turns his back to me, and at that moment, ever

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    58

    JANAE I am very happy that I get to work today, even though I'm excited that my son gets to travel internationally. This might just be the best day of my life working for the Gustave family. I'm literally alone in the house. Every other servant is taking the day off. The way they do every month, to just catch up on personal stuff. As for me, I really don't have much to do, so I am not worried when I am informed that I won't be given a day off. I would have spent the entire day alone in the house with a bottle of wine anyways. So, I spend the entire late morning/afternoon, dancing in the spacious kitchen and drinking from the quarter-full bottle of expensive champagne. Do not worry, I'm not doing anything wrong. It's either I drink it, or it's going to get thrown away, plus, I really don't think that I am going to be working today. May has traveled for a job retreat, Marlon and Luther are on a plane that is Sweden-bound, and well, Marlon, my boss, has been locked in a meeting

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    17

    MARLON Even though it's supposed to be something very private between her and her mother, Bernice has asked me to stay in the hospital room with her, while the doctor reads out the report of their examination. “Yes, Miss Hudson's body is covered in scratch marks by seventy percent, some concernin

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    16

    MARLONSeeing Bernice like that on the ground has left something inside of me snapped. It takes me back to six years ago, when I found my sister curled up in her bed crying. She had sneaked past our ridiculously expensive minders to go to a party, and someone spiked her drink. She was sexually a

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    15

    LUTHER I clear my throat and walk to my seat, which is just next to Bernice's. She has tossed the expensive bouquet of flowers from the table, but the cake is so nice that she can't bring herself to throw it. She moves it to the very edge of her table, and brings out her makeup kit to retouch he

  • Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend    14

    LUTHER Somehow, I was thankful that Marlon waited to take me home– plus his car is super nice, the leather seats feel so gentle against my skin. He is blasting his weird ass music and whistling along while I keep my eyes out of the window. The nicer houses finally gives way to the less nice ones

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