Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire Hockey Captain's Chubby Obsession : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

DAMIEN BLACK POV I watched the stands before the game began. Liora was not yet on the benches. Maybe she was somewhere in the building. Dante said they would leave for the airport this morning. Focus on the game, I tell myself. “Are you okay?” Elias asked me. I turned to him. “I am fine,” I answered shortly, looking over to the benches again. “Don't worry, she might be trying to make your jersey fashionable,” Elias joked. I turned to him. I smiled, but I was still worried about her. I didn't call her this morning, but she left a good-luck text message. The game is about to begin. The Manhattan team skated in. We shook hands before the game. “Contain your anger, Captain,” Elias said, tapping my shoulder. My face remained cold. After we shook hands, I saw a smirk appear on their center/captain's face, Marvis Ross, when our eyes met. My face hardened. He was my cousin from my mother's side, a rude and arrogant little tramp. He likes getting on my nerves, and he thinks I am no

DAMIEN BLACK POV As soon as I walked out of Liora's hotel room, my phone rang. Beau. “What?” I said as I answered the call. “Hey! I saw you leave with a lady… she is really curvy. Who is she? Can you introduce me? She is the type of lady I love to go out with. And also, we can plan a double date with your girlfriend when she becomes my girlfriend,” Beau said without giving me a chance to cut him off. “Beau, slow down. She is my girlfriend. Her name is Liora,” I told him. “Really? You are lying. You don't like very curvy ladies…” “Beau, she is mine, which means she is off-limits.” “Damn! I wish I had met her first. Does she know that you are an asshole?” he said. I rolled my eyes. “She doesn't have to know, but you and the rest can know that I am an asshole,” I retorted. “You have to introduce me to her. I want to meet her.” “You can't. Another time. We are leaving the city tomorrow.” “I am coming along,” he said. I rolled my eyes. I need to turn him down. “I will be meeting

Liora Devereux POV “Are you sure you want to know, or can you even?” We all turned. It was Damien, in a black suit. He was standing at the door. He walked to me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead and lips. I smiled. “Why are you here?” I asked, laying my head on his shoulder. “I want to be here for you and to protect you, love,” Damien answered softly. I blushed. “I have it under control… but I am glad you are here. Victor here thinks you are an old man,” I said, innocently batting my eyes. “What, really?” Damien laughed. “And he tried to touch me,” I added softly. “What? Did he hurt you?” Damien asked, looking over my body for any injury. “No, but I was scared.” We talked like we were in our own world. I am sure they will believe we are lovers, real lovers. “Oh, sweet. I am sorry I should have come earlier…” Damien said before Victor cut him off. “You are dating Damien?!” We turned to him. I looked at him, raising my brows. “And?” Damien asked. Victor'

Liora Devereux POV “Are you Morina Denverux's daughter?” Leah asked. I thought the Black family wouldn't like a woman like me for their son. I didn't expect them to be this nice and welcoming. I mean, I am not the ideal girlfriend for many people. I wonder if Damien likes my type. I smiled. “Yes,” I answered softly. Damien's father had this blank expression on his face. I can't tell if he likes me or not. “Oh my goodness, I love your mother and her paintings. I have her first collection, the second, but her last… before she died, oh God…” Leah paused. “I talk too much when I am flustered. I am so sorry for your loss. I tried my best to meet you, but your father said you were fine and didn't want to meet people…” Leah said, pulling me into a hug. I frowned. I don't know this woman; I had never met her before. “You and Damien met, too. I was sure he had…” Leah said, before Damien cut her off. “Mother…” he called out to her. She smiled and pulled away. I never met Damien before tha

Liora Devereux POV “Can I kiss you?” I blinked, confused. “What?” “Sorry… I don't mind me. Pretend you didn't hear me,” Damien said. “Oh…” “We should have breakfast,” I said, looking away. Did he just ask me if he could kiss me? Does he like me? We had sex once… does that mean he likes me now, or he just wanted sex? The whole breakfast was silent and awkward. We kept stealing glances at each other, looking away when our eyes met. Damien offered to clean up, and I went upstairs. He should have left by the time I went down. I know I will keep replaying the question in my head. — “It is nice finally meeting you, Liora,” Evalina Hart said, sitting across from me, a small smile on her face. “Pleasure meeting you too, Miss Hart.” “Please call me Evalina,” she smiled. I nodded. This woman is said to be strict. She has mostly rejected painters, and most successful painters had their paintings displayed in her gallery. “So, I saw your paintings, and they are beautiful, so I woul