All Chapters of Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LUTHER I follow behind Larissa like a meek sheep as she unlocks the door with the key. The room is very spacious and beautiful, but it also has two beds, and this gives me some kind of relief. "See? It's going to work," she dumps her bag on the first bed and jumps on it with a satisfied smile. I sit on the edge of my bed and text my mother. I'm too exhausted to call her and have a whole conversation, but we can do that tomorrow. "Um, Larissa?" I look at her. "Yes?" She sits up. Looking at me. "Thank you for offering to share your room with me." I say. "Oh Luther, don't even mention it again," she rolls her eyes. "Do you know how many siblings I have? I am already used to sharing so much." I smile as I go to stand by the window. It's such a lovely sight of the beach from here. Then my phone starts to ring on the bed, so I dive to grab it. Maybe it's mum, but she would probably allow me to sleep after I told her I am very exhausted. It's not her. It's Marlon. I inhale shar

MARLONLuther looks like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I look like I want to punch someone. He is trying to act like the guy is mistaken or something, but that's not even possible. We just got to Stockholm. How does he know his freaking name?!He finally looks at me with a nervous smile. "Um, Marlon, this is Alf. I met him on the beach when I went out for a walk a few minutes ago." "Hi, Marlon, I'm Alf!" He offers me a handshake. He is so happy and enthusiastic that I just want to punch his face so badly. "You all have very interesting names!" I take his hand in a quick shake, but then I let go with the speed of light. Like he has leprosy. "Is this him?" Alf points at me. "Excuse me?" I frown. "The guy that is supposed to kill me for talking to you," he laugh. "Your boyfriend?!" At this point, I almost laugh in incredulously. Not only has Luther been walking around a place that he is unfamiliar with, he has been having full blown exposure about hims

MARLON The blades on our shoes scratch against the ice as we practice. We have been at it for hours now, and even though it's so cold, I'm sweaty and my hands tingling because of how hard I have been grabbing my hockey stick. The coach is speaking to the rest of the teammates, trying to gas them up to have a game to remember, while I face the goal post with unbearable eyes unbating. My gloved hands adjust its grip as I guide one puck into the net, then another and another. I've been doing this for over two hours now, and not once has my concentration been broken. William looks at me for the umpteenth time, and then he comes towards me with ease. "What's up, Gustave?" He stops in front of me. "What's up with you?" "Huh, I don't really know," my eyebrows folds. "Maybe it's because we should quit talking, and practice more because the game is literally in a few days." "I still don't understand why you are so serious about winning. You refuse to listen to whatever coach has to sa

LUTHER I feel a tightening in the back of my throat, as I blink at Alf in utmost shock. "Did I get the English word right?" Alf squints. "A predator, he likes fucking chil–" "You got the word right, Alf. What I don't understand is how a big ice hockey star gets to be one and also a predator!" Alf lets out a sad laugh and gets into the storage room. He drops the bags, and then he stands with his hands akimbo. "Is he gay?" I ask Alf. "Who knows?" Alf shrugs. "He doesn't discriminate, he goes for everyone male and female.""What the fuck," I murmur. "He is even married, you know. He even has a kid," Alf hands run over the back of his neck. "That doesn't stop him from doing what he does." "But why have we never heard of this before?!" I wonder with concern. "If he is a dangerous person, why is he being celebrated so much? He is practically the country's sweetheart." Alf smiles and snaps his fingers, "Exactly. He is the country's sweetheart, that's why none of his victims would d

LUTHER I clutch the heavy equipment bag tighter, my palms slick with sweat as I follow Larissa through the bustling arena corridor. The fans are mostly wearing blue and they are beating against the glass and cheering loudly. I don't know if they are cursing at us, or trying to get Densberry High into the spirit. I wish I could vanish right now. The roar of the crowd already seep through the walls, a constant reminder that tonight is no ordinary game. Look at the Bisons in their gears and might. They look like ancient warriors, and all I can do is feel for Marlon and the rest of the team. The anxiety is clearly written on their faces. How can seventeen year olds beat these professionals? What was the coach and everyone else involved in this mess, thinking? "Easy there, Luther," Larissa chuckles, her voice warm as she adjusts a tripod near the boards.She picks out two cameras from the bag, and hands one to me. I already know how to fix the lenses now. "Don't be so scared tha