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You’re suspended

NOAHThe gray light of a rainy dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting long, muted shadows across the heavy charcoal sheets.I woke up slowly, my mind resisting the transition from the heavy, unbothered sleep of the last few hours back into the reality of a world that had completely imploded at noon yesterday. My body felt warm, grounded by a heavy, solid weight resting across my midsection—Stefan’s arm, thick and corded with muscle, draping over my waist as if even in his sleep, he was keeping me anchored to the mattress.I stayed completely still, listening to the steady, deep rhythm of his breathing against the back of my neck. For a split second, the clinical part of my brain tried to run the metrics—to calculate the exact fallout of a franchise captain’s suspension, the legalities of a leaked line-fixing investigation, and the catastrophic breach of staff-player boundaries we had just committed.But then I looked down at my left hand, resting again

The counter play

NOAHThe word blackmail echoed in the high-ceilinged bedroom like a physical strike, turning the warm, lingering haze of the night into a cold, clinical horror that made my throat close up entirely.I stared at the television screen, watching the scrolling red ticker rewrite my entire existence into the narrative of a calculated, scheming opportunist who used locker-room secrets as currency to climb the corporate ladder of the league. My years of studying, the late-night shifts at the clinic, the grueling hours spent fixing torn ligaments and bruised shoulders—all of it was being dissolved in real-time by a corporate PR machine designed to protect the franchise’s bottom line at all costs."I didn't do it," I whispered, the words sounding incredibly thin, almost pathetic, as I looked down at my hands, which were shaking so hard the platinum band on my finger was nothing but a silver blur. "Stefan, I swear to you, I didn't even know about the line-fixing investigation until you said it

Fiancé

NOAHThe storm outside the legacy conference room at the arena was nothing compared to the quiet, suffocating atmosphere inside Stefan’s private locker suite, where we were waiting out the final twenty minutes before the board meeting began.The space was entirely isolated from the rest of the facility, a luxurious little bunker of dark wood, leather sofas, and a private shower that still smelled faintly of the steam Stefan had used to wash the morning's exhaustion off his skin.I was pacing the length of the small Persian rug, my navy suit jacket thrown over the back of an armchair while my fingers methodically tugged at the knot of my silk tie, the silk suddenly feeling like a noose as the clock on the wall ticked closer to two."You're going to wear a hole in that floor, Noah."Stefan’s voice was a low, velvet purr from the edge of the leather sofa. He had changed out of his suit into a simple, form-fitting black long-sleeve tee and dark trousers, his wet hair pushed back carelessl

We won

NOAHThe heavy oak doors of the legacy conference room didn't just swing open; they felt like the gates to an ancient arena, the sudden blast of chilled, conditioned air hitting my face as Stefan and I stepped over the threshold into a room that contained eighty percent of the franchise's historical wealth.The atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, fine leather, and a sharp, corporate hostility that made my suit jacket feel like a straitjacket, every single eye at the massive horseshoe-shaped table instantly locking onto us with a calculated, freezing intensity."You’re late, Kovacs," Arthur Ward barked from the head of the table, his tie slightly askew and his face a dangerously bright shade of crimson that confirmed exactly what Adrian had said—the GM was sweating through his tailoring. “This meeting is highly irregular, the board has already released its official statement regarding the compliance suspension, and we do not appreciate being summoned by a retired

The kiss

NOAHThe heavy iron doors of the training facility didn’t rattle when they closed behind us.They just clicked shut with a solid, pressurized thud that cut off the entire outside world.The sound of the city, the relentless hum of the afternoon traffic, and the imaginary ring of fifty reporters shouting over each other in the press room—all of it vanished, swallowed completely by the cavernous, concrete silence of the under-arena corridor.It was four in the afternoon.The stadium was empty, a hollow concrete shell waiting for Thursday’s crowd, and the air down here smelled the same as it always did: cold, sterile, mixed with the faint metallic tang of old skate-grinders and the heavy scent of rubber floor mats.I stopped just past the security turnstile, my boots sinking into the thick, patterned rubber flooring that lined the path toward the medical wing.My navy suit jacket felt heavy on my shoulders, a stiff reminder of the boardroom layout we had just escaped. Still, as I reached

Noah

NOAHThe press room, the legacy owners, the corporate paperwork—it all dissolved into the freezing, empty darkness of the corridor the moment my mouth met his.. My hands had completely abandoned their usual clinical restraint, my fingers clawing into the thick, dense muscle of his shoulders, dragging him down into a kiss that tasted sharply of salt and a fierce, unresolved hunger that had been building since the first night we lied to the world.Stefan let out a low, desperate sound—a growl that vibrated directly from his chest into my throat—as his hands tore themselves out of his pockets.He didn't grab me gently. One massive, calloused palm slammed against the concrete right beside my ear, the impact echoing down the dark hallway like a distant slap on the ice, while his other hand gripped the back of my thigh, lifting my leg effortlessly until my knee hooked over his hip. The sudden change in leverage tilted my hips directly into his, the hard, unyielding line of his frame press

Bolted

STEFANThe darkness of the medical storage room was absolute, a heavy, quiet vault that smelled of rubbing alcohol, fresh linens, and the intoxicating, feverish heat of Noah’s skin beneath my hands.I had him pinned against the edge of the metal supply counter, his legs still locked around my waist and his fingers tangled so deeply in the collar of my shirt that the fabric was stretching to the breaking point. Every touch was a victory. Every ragged breath he took against my mouth felt like a concession from the man who had spent three weeks telling me we were nothing but a line-item on a corporate balance sheet.I leaned my weight further into him, my palm sliding up the smooth skin of his thigh, moving past the bunched fabric of his trousers to find the real, burning reality of him. My mind was completely clear for the first time in forty-eight hours—no board meetings, no suspensions, no Luca Vance. Just the rhythmic, desperate friction of his body matching mine in the dark.Until

Avoiding me

The air in the private training room always felt different after nine o’clock at night. The harsh fluorescent panels overhead were switched off, leaving only the low, amber glow of the security lights bouncing off the spotless rubber floors and the rows of stainless-steel equipment.It was quiet. the kind of silence that made every small sound—the drip of a sink faucet, the hum of the ice rink refrigeration units vibrating through the concrete, or the heavy thud of a hockey stick against a wall upstairs—sound ten times louder than it actually was.I sat on the edge of the high treatment table, my legs dangling slightly off the edge, staring down at an open clipboard filled with recovery tracking charts. My fingers were wrapped around a cold can of sparkling water, but I hadn’t taken a sip in ten minutes.My mind was a mess.Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the phantom heat of Stefan’s hands against my waist, the rough friction of his stubble, and the way the world had

We are not co workers

The next morning, the clinical staff lounge smelled like burnt espresso and anxiety.I was sitting at the low laminate table with a stack of physical therapy intake forms spread out in front of me, trying to pretend that my brain wasn't entirely occupied by the memory of Stefan’s hands on my waist in the dark training room.It wasn't working.Every time the heavy double doors of the medical wing swung open, my head snapped up, half-expecting broad shoulders and a dark hoodie, only to find a rookie with a sprained ankle or the team nutritionist holding a clipboard of electrolyte schedules."You've rewritten that same paragraph three times, Vale," a dry voice drawled from the doorway.I looked up to see Adrian leaning against the doorframe, holding a paper cup of black coffee that looked like liquid tar. He looked just as exhausted as the rest of us, dark circles under his eyes from managing the PR fallout of the legacy board meeting, but there was an amused, knowing glint in his expres

Never going anywhere

The locker room was entirely empty by the time the heavy security doors hissed shut, sealing us off from the rest of the arena.The digital clock on the wall glowed a sharp, neon 11:45 PM. Upstairs, the stadium was a cavernous, dark shell of concrete and ice, but down here in the private suite, the air was thick, warm, and charged with an energy that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with the way Stefan was looking at me.I stood with my back pressed against the cold metal of the supply lockers, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My white lab coat was discarded somewhere on the bench behind us, and my button-down shirt felt entirely too tight, every button straining against the frantic, irregular thud of my heart.Stefan stood right in front of me, his tall, heavily muscled frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The dark blue team jersey he’d worn to practice earlier was gone, replaced by a simple black t-shirt that stretched tightly across

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