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Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVI didn’t knock. I couldn’t. My hands were too messed up. Shaking, scraped from the stairwell railing, wet from rain and whatever was on the hotel floor. I just stood there. In front of Kane’s penthouse door. 2:14 AM. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of rich-person quiet where the carpet eats sound and the doors are thick enough to hide anything. I’d walked here. From Midtown. Twenty-seven blocks. In the rain. No jacket. No phone. No plan. Just his address in my head. Burned there. Forty-second floor. I raised my fist. Let it drop. Couldn’t do it. The door opened anyway. Kane. He was wearing black sweatpants. No shirt. Hair messed up like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. He had his phone in one hand. Like he was about to go out. Like he was already on his way to find me. He saw me and stopped breathing. Not a figure of speech. I heard it. The inhale that didn’t finish. I must have looked bad. Worse than bad. W
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Kane Hau Alexander’s POV:I didn’t wait for goodbyes. Shula was halfway up the stairs with Bobby when I turned around and walked out. No one stopped me. Maybe they knew better. Maybe they were just glad the problem left the room. “Kane!” Shula called after me. She ran back down, dessert plate still in her hand. “Where are you going? You didn’t even say bye to Grandma.” “Grandma doesn’t like me,” I said. “Go to bed.” She frowned. Her eyes did that thing they did when she knew I was lying. “Is it Ethan? Did he text you?” I didn’t answer. Which was an answer. “Kane.” She stepped in front of me, blocking the door. Twenty-one going on forty. “You look like someone died. What happened?” “Nothing. Go sleep.” “Bullshit.” She used the word carefully, like she was trying it on. “You only get like this when—” “Shula.” She shut up. But she didn’t move. Benjamin was behind her now. Quiet. He’d followed us out of the lounge. Didn’t say anything to me. Just looked at Shula. “
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Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POV:Room 2104 wasn’t a room. It was a suite. Of course it was. Bigger than my place in Toronto. Dark wood. Low lights. A bar in the corner with bottles I couldn’t afford. The curtains were open. Twenty-first floor view of nothing but other windows. People watching people. Rogers was already pouring a drink. Two glasses. Amber liquid. No ice. “Close the door, Ethan.” Not Captain. Ethan. I closed it. Didn’t lock it. My hand stayed on the handle for a second too long. “Sit,” he said. Nodded at the couch. I didn’t sit. “What do you want to talk about?” He smiled. Took a sip. Didn’t offer me the other glass yet. “Everything. Your attitude. Your performance. Your _distractions_.” He sat down, slow. Comfortable. Like he owned the furniture. Like he owned me. “We need to get on the same page. Professionally. Personally.” The word personally hit like a slap. “I’m tired,” I said. “Can we do this tomorrow? Before practice?” “No.” He set his glass
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Kane Hau Alexander’s POV:The piano stopped because Bobby saw my face. He’s the only one in this family who actually looks. Shula was mid-laugh, saying “Play that part again,” when Bobby’s hands lifted off the keys. He glanced at me, then at the door where Geneva had just disappeared, then back at Shula. “Maybe later, kiddo,” he said, gentle. “Why don’t you go grab one of those fancy desserts? The chocolate ones. Before Carl eats them all.” Shula nodded, oblivious. Or pretending to be. “Okay! Save my seat?” “Always.” She left. Benjamin watched her go. Not creepy. Just… watching. Like she was a book he wasn’t sure he was allowed to read. I checked my phone. Nothing. Still no reply from Ethan. Last seen three hours ago. The wire in my chest pulled tighter. The lounge had turned into a battlefield while I wasn’t looking. My father and Geneva’s father were by the fireplace. Voices low but sharp. Words like “agreement” and “stake” and “liability.” Not talking about
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Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVI didn’t go to the lobby. I went to the pool. It was closed for the night, but the door to the stairwell wasn’t locked. Nobody used it after ten. The chlorine smell was stronger down here, mixed with that damp hotel air that never really dries. The water was still, black glass under the blue lights. No one around. I needed quiet. I needed to breathe. My phone was upstairs. On purpose. If Kane texted again, I wouldn’t see it. I couldn’t lie to him if I didn’t know what he said. I sat on a lounge chair. Didn’t take my shoes off. Just stared at the water. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The door opened. I didn’t have to look. I knew the footsteps. “Thought I’d find you here,” Rogers said. He didn’t sound angry. That was worse. When Rogers was angry, he yelled. When he was calm, he’d already decided what was going to happen. He sat in the chair next to mine. Not touching. But close. Too close. The chlorine
Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later Start From Here
Kane Hau Alexander’s POVShula’s hand was sweaty in mine. She didn’t say it, but I felt it. The way her fingers kept tightening around mine as the car rolled past the gates. The Williams-Hau estate looked the same as always. It was decorated white stone, too many windows, lights on in every room like they were trying to blind the night. This wasn't where I grew up. My paternal grandfather's house was also big, but it was Alexander Williams. Not Williams-Hau.“You’re squeezing my hand off,” I told her. “Sorry.” She didn’t let go. “It’s just… big. Bigger than in the pictures. Grandfather’s house is big, but this is much bigger.” “It’s just a house, sis.” But it wasn’t. It was a stage. And we were walking onto it. The driver opened the door. Security nodded at me. But not at her. I noticed this, and I internally vowed to teach them a lesson later. Shula stepped out first. Her blue dress caught the light. The one I said made her look like a princess. She’d ironed it herself,
Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later Meeting Him
SEVEN YEARS AGOEthan Oliver Harrison’s POV“Ethan, hurry up! Today is your last interview! We shouldn’t get there late!” my mother’s voice echoed from the living room.Our “living room” was just the front half of the garage we rented behind an old mechanic shop. The wa
Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later Who is Lambert?
Kane Hau Alexander's POVHis head rested on my chest, and his hands were on my shoulders, holding my collar tightly. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he had passed out. There was a drop of alcohol on his lips, and it smelled strange. This was certainly not alcohol, it smelled like….. dilute
Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later save me!
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV “Oh my gosh! Isn't that Kane, one of the United States players?” Derrick's eyes widened, and his index finger was pointed at a moving figure. “Why is he moving towards us? What does he want? Is he here to cause trouble?” he stuttered, and quickly sat upright.My other t
Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later In the Club
Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVThe music hit me the moment I stepped into the club.It was really loud and heavy. The kind that vibrated through the floor and climbed up your spine.Flashing lights cut through the darkness in quick bursts of blue and red, briefly revealing the crowded dance floor befo
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