Todos los capítulos de Craving the wrong Captain : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

DAVIESMaya just smiled. It was a flawless, customer-service smile that hid any trace of hurt. "It is no problem, Mrs. Davies. Healing requires a good support system."Arthur checked his gold watch. "Well, since you are so dedicated, Maya, you should join us for dinner sometime. We must keep up appearances for the press, after all. A public meal will show the fans you are earning your paycheck and keeping our boy on track."It was a backhanded, classist insult disguised as an invitation. He wanted to parade her around like a prop. He wanted to remind her of her social standing."I would be honored, sir," Maya replied, swallowing the blatant disrespect with pure grace. She endured their toxic snobbery without breaking a sweat.Before I could tell my father to leave her alone, a loud voice echoed down the hall."Jeremiah! Mr. and Mrs. Davies!"Clara strutted down the corridor. She held a cardboard tray carrying three massive iced lattes from an expensive coffee shop. She wore a fresh de

MAYA"Well, this is cozy," Clara drawled, her manicured fingers tapping the painted doorframe.Turning on her heel, the blonde girl marched right back into the hallway. The bedroom door clicked shut behind her, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake.Panic flooded my veins. Scrambling off his chest, my knees hit the hardwood floor with a harsh thud. Heat scorched my face, burning from my neck all the way to my hairline. Yanking my oversized shirt down, my hands shook."I am sorry," the words tumbled out of my mouth in a frantic rush. "Oh my god, Davies. I should not have done that. I lost my mind."Groaning, he shifted his massive frame on the mattress. The sudden movement pulled his injured shoulder. A sharp hiss escaped his teeth. He ignored the pain, reaching out with his good hand to grab my wrist."Stop apologizing," his voice came out rough, laced with dark frustration. Raising his head, he yelled toward the closed door. "Clara! Get back in here!"Footsteps echoed in the hall

DAVIES"Pick up the phone."Staring at the cracked screen, the dial tone rang for the fourth time. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, a heavy sigh left my chest.My right shoulder throbbed under the black medical sling. The apartment felt like a massive, empty prison. Since the hospital incident, Maya stayed away. Giving her space seemed like the smart move, but the isolation was driving me insane.Just as the call was about to go to voicemail, a soft click sounded."Hello?" Her voice came through the speaker, guarded and quiet."Maya," relief washed over my brain. "I need you to come over.""Davies, we agreed to keep things professional.""This is professional," fighting the desperation in my tone required intense focus. "I cannot put my ice pack on with one hand. The doctor said I need physical therapy stretches to stop the muscles from locking up. You are my trainer. Do your job."A long silence stretched across the line."I will be there in twenty minutes," she finally conceded,

DAVIESFrost coated the plexiglass barriers of the Wartburg arena. Dawn broke over the empty bleachers, casting long shadows across the pristine white rink. Stepping onto the frozen surface felt like coming home. My right shoulder ached a dull rhythm, but the bulky medical sling was gone.Maya stood near the team bench. She wore a thick black winter coat, holding her silver stopwatch and a loaded clipboard.Skating a slow circle around the center logo, my blades carved smooth lines into the hard ice. The freezing air rushed into my lungs. Freedom tasted like cold water and mint tape. After weeks of sitting in a miserable chair, being back in gear brought a fierce thrill to my blood."Keep it at fifty percent," Maya ordered. Her voice cut through the silent stadium. "Basic edge work today. No shooting. No sprinting."Nodding, my legs moved through the mundane drills. Ten minutes passed. Boredom set in fast. My muscles craved real action. The championship game was just days away. Nathan

DAVIESBut the anger did not fade. The delay meant two more weeks of waiting. The adrenaline needed an outlet.Training became an obsession.The schedule turned brutal. Waking up at four in the morning, a freezing ice bath started the day. Hitting the campus gym, heavy weights punished my muscles. Afternoon practice with the team felt like a warm-up.Evening and late-night ice sessions belonged to Maya.She showed up every single night. She stood behind the glass, holding her stopwatch and her clipboard. She wore a thick winter coat, her face hidden behind a cold, formal mask. She treated me like a machine."Again," she commanded, clicking the silver watch.Skating the suicide drill for the tenth time, sweat poured down my face. My lungs burned for oxygen. My legs felt like lead."Stop favoring the right side," she barked, her voice flat and professional. "You are slowing down on the turns. Push through the edge. Do it again."She offered no smiles. She offered no warm words of encour