Todos os capítulos de Claimed By My Ex's Rival Hockey Captain: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Talia POV This might have been a bad idea. I should have stayed indoors, watching a horror movie and eating lots of ice-cream.However, here I am. In a restaurant sitting across my date.Yes, you heard that right. I came on a date and now, I am trying to convince myself why this was a good idea."So then Coach told me I had the best slapshot he'd seen in years," Austin says, his eyes lighting up as he recounts the story. "Can you believe that? Me, compared to legends like Orion Hayes?” He bubbles with a grin on my face.I smile and nod, taking a sip of my wine.Austin is a perfect date material, that I can acknowledge.He is twenty-six, younger than me and plays for the Warriors.It's a smaller club compacted to the Michigan Blackhawks but he has got potential.He is attentive, asking about my interests, my work at the bakery, my plans for the future and he has got those warm brown eyes and a genuine smile.It's everything a woman looks at in a man.But all I can think about is how

Talia POV"I feel like a fool. I feel like the most stupid person on this planet. I was starting to move forward but I just had to drag myself back to hell," I lament, taking another swig of my alcohol."Take it easy on that. I'm in no position to drag your tired ass to bed," Bailey warns, eyeing the wine bottle I'm clutching. "I'm pregnant, remember? And you're a lot heavier than you look when you're drunk." She adds."I'm not drunk," I protest, even though the room is starting to spin slightly. "I'm just... processing."Processing how stupid I am ofcourse."You're spiraling," Bailey corrects, gently prying the bottle from my hands and setting it on the coffee table. "Now tell me exactly what happened.” Bailey urges me.I groan and flop back against the couch cushions."Austin was perfect," I say.“ He is literally perfect. Handsome, sweet, attentive and respectful. He's a hockey player with big dreams.He took me to a nice restaurant, asked about my life, and actually listened to my

Marcus POVI've changed my shirt three times.Three fucking times, can you believe it?It's like I am some nervous teenager going to prom instead of a grown man who's been on plenty of dates before.Well, except this isn't just any date.This is my last chance with Talia.My only chance, actually.It's the only chance I get to ‘prove’ myself to her and to some extend, prove to myself that I am capable of loving honestly again.Truth be told, I am fucking terrified that I am going to fuck it up.I am nervous that I might not meet her standards.I stare at myself in the mirror…dark grey button-down shirt, black slacks, leather shoes that I polished twice because I couldn't sit still.Looking at myself, I can’t help but wonder if this is too much or… not enough or completely wrong."Get it together," I mutter to myself but sadly, that doesn't seem to help.My phone buzzes on the dresser.It's a message from Orion asking me to not overthink…as if he is reading my mind.Right. Don't overth

Talia POV I don't know if I am being too cruel but I am sure of one thing…I am being truthful.Everything I have said so far is what I feel deep inside and if we are going this, I have to table everything clearly."I know," Marcus replies and I'm my mind I'm like…at least he has the decency not to argue."But..." I continue, and I hate that there's a but.I hate that part of me wants to give him credit for tonight. "This was a good start. You showed up. You were honest. You listened."I take a breath."That's what I need." I confirm."You'll get it," Marcus promises, and there's something in his voice that makes me almost believe him."Talia, I know I have to prove myself. I know it's going to take time. But I'm ready to put in the work. However long it takes." He adds.God, I want to believe him.I want to believe this isn't just him on his best behavior for one night. That he will actually follow through.But I have been burned by him before.Words alone won't fix shit."We should

Talia POV Marcus groans like I've physically hurt him."You know I can't say no to you," he replies with a tortured smile.He fixes his clothes then steps out.I remain laying there, not bothering or attempting to move.“ You don't want to join me at the front? You could keep me company.” Marcus proposes but I chuckle.“ Unless you want to drive with your cock inside my mouth.” I reply and he chokes on his saliva.The car pulls away before speeding towards my house.The drive to my apartment is the longest fifteen minutes of my life.Marcus's one hand manages to remain at the back on my thigh the entire time, his thumb drawing circles that are both soothing and maddening.Every red light feels like torture.Finally,we pull up to my building.We barely make it through the lobby, into the elevator and down the hallway.I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking with need.The door swings open and we stumble inside."Bedroom," I gasp between kisses. We shed clothes as we go, my dress hi