Flying Dutchman Captain Novels & Stories

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

He assured me then he placed his hand on my thigh as he pulled out of the packing lot. “Are you okay with Mason being the captain? At least for now?” I asked as he drove. “I don't like it but I have no problems with it” He said and I gave his hand a little reassuring squeeze. “You'll do great” I assured him and he sighed. “Let's hope so.” ~ “Zander, can you stop?” I asked as we walked into the hockey rink. “What am I doing wrong?” He asked and I flashed him a dead pan look.