My Celebrity crush became my husband

The Night I Met My Husband..

Nadia's POV

“Table five needs the double burger, and six and seven are waiting on their loaded fries! Move it!”

The kitchen was a total disaster and I was literally flying through it. I had two trays balanced on my left arm and a third hooked in my right hand. I wouldn't call this multitasking, I was practically an Olympic athlete at this point.

“Nadia!!”

“Fuck,” I cursed, almost slipping.

“I’m coming, just give me a second!” I yelled back as I took one fast, confident stride toward the swinging doors, ready to conquer the lunch rush.

Except, my shoes found spilled oil and the world tilted.

For a fraction of a second, I was flying. It was actually kind of majestic until gravity remembered its job and I went down HARD, followed by a symphony of shattering plates.

“Ow, ow,” I groaned, curling into a ball on the floor, on the bright side, at least the loaded fries didn't land in my hair this time. Progress!

Almost immediately the kitchen door came open and entered Mrs. Gable. Her eyes swept the mess before her face turned ugly as she looked at me.

“What is this disgusting mess?” She barked, before letting out this dramatic sigh, “Nadia. Of course. You are the laziest girl I have ever hired. I genuinely do not understand how you still have a job here.”

Before I could even offer a cheerful ‘my bad,’ her shoe connected with my hip drawing another groan from my lips.

“Oh for God's sake stand up,” she snapped. “And remake those orders right now, get them out to those tables immediately.”

I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, wincing as my kneecap protested looking up at her with the best smile I could muster, “Mrs. Gable, maybe one of the other waiters could take those tables real quick while I clean this up?”

She crossed her arms, looking twice as irritated, “You messed it up, you fix it.”

By the time the clock ticked its way to midnight, the kitchen was finally quiet. And of course, I was the one left to close the shop.

As I stepped onto the pavement, the cool night air hit my face, as I instantly let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Every muscle was aching badly, I reached down to touch my knee and winced. Yep, a fresh cut right through my jeans. If anyone asked, I’d just tell them I was auditioning for an action movie.

I looked down the street, my eyes drifting toward the direction of the local hospital. I really, really wanted to drop by and see my dad.

Just to sit by his bed for a few minutes and tell him some ridiculous story about Mrs. Gable to make him smile. But my eyes were heavy and my feet sore. I wasn't even sure I was going to make it home.

Well, it can wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow is my day off, so I’ll have all the time in the world to annoy him.

Right then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, I pulled it out to see Anne’s name on the screen.

“How’s the shift going?” she sang out, way more energetic than anyone had a right to be at midnight.

“I am officially done, and I am currently walking back home,” I said, leaning my head back and laughing softly. “God my couch is calling my name. I am going to melt into it and watch the hockey match. I’ve been waiting all week, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

“Really?” Anne paused, I could feel a grin coming on her face from the way her voice dropped, “What if I could bring those hockey players face-to-face with you?”

I stopped dead in my tracks on the sidewalk. “What do you mean?”

“Okay, so listen,” Anne rushed out, clearly excited. “There’s this exclusive party happening. You know, the kind where all the ridiculously rich people gather to dine, drink expensive champagne, and do absolutely nothing but laugh and talk about incredibly boring things.”

I broke out into a laugh, shaking my head as I started walking again. “Anne, please. Even if we lived for another ten years, we would never get invited to a place like that.”

“And that,” Anne said, “is exactly why I forged IDs for both of us.”

My jaw dropped as I stopped walking again, “Are you insane?! Anne, if the police find out about this, we are going straight to jail.”

“Oh, relax, nobody is going to find out,” Anne reassured me, waving off my panic like it was nothing. “Plus, think about it. Tomorrow is your day off, and the party is tomorrow night. It’s a total win-win situation.”

Of course I couldn't say no. I mean, let’s be real, when Anne gets an idea like that in her head, you either go along with it or get dragged along anyway.

×××

When I got home, the house was dead silent except for the TV blasting at high volume.

Slouched on my favorite spot on the couch was my stepmother, Grace. She didn't even look up as I walked in, which was honestly a blessing, I too didn't say a word as I quickly headed straight for my bedroom.

I took off my uniform and hopped in the bathroom taking the quickest bath known to man and practically flew back into the living room, dampening my hair with my towel.

I got exactly one minute before the game started.

And there he was. Raxon Boyd.

A smile crept on my face before I could stop it, feeling like a giddy teenager again. He was my favorite player of all time, a total legend on the ice and let's not forget my life long crush.

I watched the game like my life depended on it, cheering silently so I won't start an argument with the couch potato next to me.

Right on cue, with only seconds left, I bit the inside of my cheek waiting for Raxon to score the final goal. He maneuvered past the defenses and scored a beautiful winning goal. I got on my feet and gave a silent victory dance all the way to my bedroom.

I looked around at my walls, which were practically a shrine, covered in posters of his face from various sports magazines. With a wide smile on my face, I blew a dramatic kiss to each and every one of them.

“Goodnight, future husband,” I whispered into the quiet room, finally collapsing onto my bed and letting the exhaustion wash over me. Tomorrow was a whole new day.

The next afternoon, Anne and I huddled up as I watched her whip out the forged IDs with this proud smirk, explaining the whole strategy of how we were going to breeze right past security.

“Okay, this is great,” I said, looking at my face on a card that had a fake name on it. “But there’s one tiny issue. Look at me, Anne. I don't exactly have ‘lavish gala’ money.”

“Please, give me some credit,” Anne said, rolling her eyes and tossing her hair. “I am always ten steps ahead of you. I already hired the most beautiful dresses known to man for both of us.”

And honestly? Almost as quickly as the day came, it went.

And before I could even process the sheer illegality of what we were doing, the night had officially begun.

I sprinted over to Anne’s place, and we got dressed.

When I finally looked at the mirror, I could barely recognize myself. The dress was perfect! And my makeup was even more perfect.

We fled the house and hailed a ride to the venue.

When we arrived, the place was swarming with paparazzi, sleek black cars, and people covered in diamonds. Anne nudged me, squealing into my ear, “Oh god, Nadia, it's actually happening!”

My heart was in my throat as the bouncer looked at our IDs, looked at us, and then just like that he unhooked the rope and gestured us inside. I held my breath until we were completely out of his line of sight.

The moment we stepped into the main ballroom, my jaw dropped to the floor. I never knew this part of the world was breathtaking. Sparkling crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, champagne towers glittered under the lights, and everyone moved with this rich people's elegance. It was everything my actual life wasn't.

Every single celebrity I had ever scrolled past on social media or seen on TV was just... standing there, laughing and breathing the same air as me.

My face actually started hurting from how hard I was grinning. I probably looked like a mad person, but God, I didn't care.

“To crashing the gates of high society,” I whispered, clinking my champagne flute against Anne's. We both took a sip, giggling like two kids who just successfully stole from the cookie jar.

A few minutes later, Anne nudged my arm, gesturing toward the back of the room. “I have to find the restroom. Be alright while I'm gone?”

I nodded, then she smiled and squeezed my hand softly before leaving.

Left to my own devices, I leaned against a pillar, just sipping my drink and soaking in the absurdity of the night. My eyes wandered across the crowd, scanning the room, until they suddenly hit a wall and everywhere around me seemed to drop into slow motion.

It was Raxon, THE Raxon. MY Raxon.

He was standing across the room, looking effortlessly handsome, and then as if he had felt the intensity of my stare, his eyes locked onto mine.

Before I knew it he started walking…towards me?

My heart completely stopped. Then, it started pounding so violently against my ribs I was genuinely worried the people next to me could hear it.

With every stride he took, the distance between us closed until he was right there.

Up close, I could see his eyes were a little unfocused, and his steps had that slight sway to them. He was definitely drunk, but honestly? I did not care.

He looked down at me, his lips curving into this lazy, breathtaking smile. “Hey, beautiful.”

He called me beautiful.

ME!

He actually saw me and now he was fucking standing right in front of me, leaning in so close that his warm breath was literally fanning across my face.

“Okay, seriously,” I choked out, a breathless laugh escaping my lips as I stared up into his eyes. “Someone needs to pinch me right now, because there is absolutely no way this is real life.”