Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

51. LUTHER Call me a horny bastard, but I miss having his dick in my mouth. Why can't we not fight? Why can't we stop getting on each other's nerves? "Ahhh, that's it," his groan makes my own dick stirs. He has no idea what he keeps doing to me. His strong fingers go through my hair, and push his dick deeper down my throat. Maybe it's the alcohol, but he has been a little aggressive tonight. I don't mind it, I'm a little kinky like that, and I also know that he won't do anything to hurt me. He won't do anything I don't want to. "Jesus, Luth, I'm close," he sucks in air between his teeth. "I feel like my soul is about to leave my body."And that's when I let him out of my mouth and crawl up to the bed. His warm lips reach for mine before I can. That's how thirsty he is for me too. "I can't– I can't wait any longer." He whispers as he turns me around. My back muscles tense up, and I bury my face in the pillow. "Ohhh..." A suppressed moan escapes my tensed lips. "Be quiet,

53. MARLON The thought of having Luther watch me play internationally stirs a kind of excitement I have never felt in my life. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and I intend to practice some more, but because The Bisons are a professional Ice hockey team, but because I don't want to be sloppy in front of Luther. The coach and the NHL men looked confused when I brought up Luther, but I'm able to divert their attention..Luther is going alright, I will make sure that he gets on the team of staff that will be joining on. I don't care if I have to give a kidney for that...The first step is to convince Larissa to allow him to join her team. Larissa Bettermore is coolest girl in school, and nothing like the sweet, girlie girls that changed cars every semester. She is always in her own little world. She drives her older brother hand down rusty truck, and buys from clothes from the thrift store. She keeps her hair pixie short and never wears any make-up, but her beauty co

55. LUTHER "Your pictures are... Terrible." Larissa literally tosses them to the trash. I scoff under my breath. Way to break my spirit. "Look, Larissa, I didn't even want to do this in the first place..." "I just said your pictures are terrible, I didn't say I was going to kick you off the team." She simply says. "Sit." Her dark room/ office is small, the size of a cube, but I find a way to sit as she has asked. "Have you traveled abroad before?" "I haven't." The truth comes out so easily. "Great, neither have I. Look, I know the kind of person you are, all the kids talk about it. Your mother worked in that diner on the other side of town, and you mow lawns sometimes..." I sigh and look away. I came here to confirm her acceptance or rejection of my position as her assistant. I didn't come here to be read to filth. "If I kick you out, one of those rich kids will take your place and have all the fun. I am poor like you, so we have to stick with each other." Ah, great. The

MARLONThe reflection staring back at me is so nervous. I've played a lot of games with very intimidating guys, but I've never played against professionals on this level. But that's not even what's bothering me. Luther is coming, and he is the reason I can't allow those guys to beat me. I'd be damned if I allow Luther to watch me get defeated. I button up my shirt and then make sure that my belt is buckled. My fit is perfectly between casual and formal. I like it like this. A knock comes on my door, and I roll my eyes because I know it's my father. He walks in, in a gray suit, and he drops his black card on my desk. "Good morning, Marlon." He says in that monotonous voice that I hate. "I don't need money, Dad. This is just supposed to be for a few days." "Do you want to embarrass me by being stranded in a foreign country?" He huffs. "Do you want to give the news something to talk about?" "Everything has been paid for already, everything! Tell me, why do I need your fancy li

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