All Chapters of Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LUTHERThis is different. This is pleasant. I'm always used to Marlon leaving as soon as we are done, but here we are, my head against his chest, and I can't believe that Marlon Gustave is cuddling me. He feels like a ripped teddy bear, and his arm is protectively against my body. Hell, he even kissed my neck, head, back, a few times. It was crazy the things we did, and it's crazy the number of times that we did it. “What are you thinking about?” Marlon stirs. I actually thought that he was asleep. “Nothing.” I answer back. “Huh.” He turns to his side, putting his hands around my waist. “I'm gonna make you breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow. We can go out for a drive in the late morning. You don't have to worry, the windows are tinted and no one will be able to see us…” I bite down my lips. “Um, I will be able to wait for only breakfast, unfortunately. I have to go back home to my mum.” I didn't expect him to laugh. I can't find anything funny with what I have just said. “

JANAE My knees and wrists are numb because I've been scrubbing these hard floors for over two hours. This diner is a shit hole, and people are actually saying it aloud. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and immediately, I sigh when I see the message. Another cut on our salary. This is ridiculous. We are being paid like slaves now, even though this shit hole is actually owned by a billionaire. I still don't understand why a billionaire would even keep a place like this in service. It's a waste of space, and the chef makes the food too greasy. For some reason, people still come to eat here. I stand up straight and stretch to put life back into my limbs. If only the management would get me better cleaning equipment. The door bell dings, and I'm taken by surprise. It's late at night, it's raining, so why is anyone here? “Um, excuse me, we are closed.” I say, walking to the front. The dark, masculine figure goes on to sit down, paying me no heed. “Hey, I said we are closed. Ther

LUTHER Valentine's Day Today is an awful day for me. My mother comes back from work quite late, around two in the morning, and she bursts through my door in her wet uniform. I sit up, my heart in my mouth. This is unlike my mother. She would come into the house as quiet as possible, because she knows that I have to be in school tomorrow. I'm about to open my mouth to ask her what the matter is, but she breaks down in tears and drops to her knees. “I've lost my job, Luther! I'm sorry!” She sobs like a child. I've never seen my mother like this in my entire life. She has always been the optimistic one. She has been the one to always tell me that we would be fine, no matter what. Seeing her broken like this makes my eyes water too. I throw my blanket to the side and go to sit down next to her, holding her by the shoulders and pulling her closer to me. “It's alright, mum. Please, don't cry anymore.” “It's not alright, Luther!” She sniffles. “We will be behind on rent! We won't

LUTHER Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight. “Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake. His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it. “Um, so you know who sent it to you?” “What the hell are you talking about, I don't! I'm like the only openly gay person in this school,” I snort leaves my mouth, and I almost smack myself in the face. Why does everything that leaves my mouth feels like I'm mocking Marlon? “Well, looks like you have an admirer, Luther. I hope you're happy, I tried.” His lips thins. He reaches into my locker and pulls out a random textbook and walks away. I'm standing awkwardly with the flower in my hand, looking at everyone who is staring. This is the longest that Marlon has ever spoken to me in school, and I'm sure they are wondering why the macho hockey star is speaking to the pathetic gay boy. Bernice is also standing in th

MARLON “Marlon, what are you doing?!” My sister barg into my room with steam blowing out of her nose. I'm standing in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of my jacket, and checking if my hair is smooth enough. “Oh, hey, May, I was just going to ask you to choose a tie for me.” I hold up two ties. “The green, or the maroon.” She slaps my hand away from her face and growls in mine. It's been a while since my sister has been this mad. She is a very nice and sweet person, most of the time. “What's the problem, Marlon? I helped you to find that restaurant so that you can have some private and quality time with Luther, but Bernice has just called me in excitement about how she is going on a date with you?” She folds her eyes and press her tongue against the side of her cheek. “Please, tell me that's not true!” I sigh and return to the mirror. I have chosen the maroon tie, and I'm struggling to knot it. “Luther doesn't want to go anywhere with me. Dad took his mother's job, and