All Chapters of Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVThe jet doors hissed open and New York shoved its way in. It smelled like hot concrete, jet fuel, and sweat. My gut said Kane was already here. Somewhere past all that glass and noise. He was probably getting ready to welcome me. I smiled at this thought.Mr. Rogers waved at me, and I forced a smile. Fake it till you make it, right?Rogers was problem number one, but if I let him live rent-free in my head, I’d miss everything else. The good parts. If there were any left. Daniel shifted beside me, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes scanned the skyline past the tarmac. “New York feels different,” he said, quietly. “Like this is my first time visiting.” I opened my mouth to reply.Derrick beat me to it with a snort. “Yeah right. Just admit it’s your first time here. You don’t have to act like you’ve got frequent flyer miles. No one is handing out pretentious medals here.” His lip curled as he took in the private terminal, like the marble under

Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVThe car that picked me up in front of Kane's estate wasn't a taxi. I knew that the second the driver stepped out and opened the door for me like I was somebody who mattered. The car was black and long, and when I got inside, the windows were tinted so dark that the streetlights turned into smudges. I ran my hand over the leather seats without meaning to. They were soft in a way that made me feel like I should apologize for touching them. We didn’t drive to some little apartment in Brooklyn. The car went underground into a garage that was all concrete and quiet, and then I was in an elevator that needed a keycard to go up. Kane was waiting when the doors opened on the forty-second floor. His place opened straight from the elevator. There was no hallway. Just a huge room with windows that showed the entire city spread out below us. The Hudson River was a black ribbon with lights on it. I’d never seen New York like that before. From up here it didn’t loo

Carl's Point of View: thirty minutes before Ethan's arrival. “This is luxurious. When did Team Canada hit the jackpot? Or is this from a get-rich-overnight scheme?” My voice echoed, higher than my footsteps against the marble floor. I looked around in surprise. This was the biggest and one of the most expensive hotels in New York. “Why did they book something like this? Isn't their coach, that Marshall guy, very stingy with money?” I wondered out loud. The interior design of the hotel was out of this world. Everywhere looked breathtaking like paradise. I know that this might sound weird, considering my reputation for swapping girlfriends and boyfriends, but I have never visited this hotel before. When it was under construction, I got invited, but I couldn't come because I was too busy with hockey. Later, I reduced my visits to New York, and whenever I was around, I hung out at other people's houses, and I never saw the need to visit this hotel. Well, until today. “Hello sir, how

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV Scared was an understatement. I was shivering as I looked around, wondering if I should overpower him and push him into the water. But with the multiple security cameras and the hotel director being his friend, I knew that the narrative could get twisted, and I'd be arrested for harassment while he played the victim. I couldn't afford that happening, but I also didn't want him to be near me. His smile alone made me feel sick. “Let go of me, sir,” I said with a grimace, and tried pulling away, but my effort was futile. Rogers watched my struggle with a menacing smile on his face. I stopped moving. Not because I couldn’t, but because I realized something. Rogers was indeed different from Marshall. Marshall just wanted money and control over my life, while Rogers wanted my life. They were like the yin and yang of the underworld. His arm was still around my waist, fingers pressing just enough to remind me that he could tighten his grip if he wanted to

Kane Hau Alexander’s POV I dialed Ethan’s number repeatedly, but there was no answer. Our dinner was winding down, and everyone at the table looked like they’d had a great night. Even Shula. Meanwhile, I looked like I’d spent the whole evening stuck inside my own head. It wasn’t just Ethan I was worried about. For a guy like me, heir to the Williams-Hau' name, there’s always something else waiting in the background. Most of the time, it’s inheritance. On my father’s side, my grandfather Alexander Williams Sr. runs most of the business. He’s the patriarch, and the entire Williams family treats me with a mix of respect and malice. They respect me because I’m his favorite, and they hate me because they know I’ll inherit most of his companies. But they don’t show their hatred. They're too good at hiding. I doubt anyone is loved in the Williams household. No one likes anyone. They’re too busy plotting, running multiple companies and gangs. And because Alexander Sr.’s slogan was ‘blo