Chapter Nine ☽︎ They Have No F*cking Idea

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"I know that the whole point "the only point" is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go."

-- Unknown

H U D S O N

I think I fucked up.

I also think I might be kicked off the team.

The video on the screen shows me in a fight with a bartender who claims I fucked his sister and broke her heart. The video goes further to show that more chicks got in the fight. Conclusion? It was a shit show. And Genevieve left me right before it started. Lesson? Never trust a woman in a bar.

Problem? The Team Manager, Coach Mike and two NHL officials are staring at me like I killed their dog.

"So, what cocky explanation do you have now?" Manager Andrade faces me with a pointed look.

"Cocky? Is that what you think of me?" I growl. "I like to fuck, where's the problem in that?" I'm fuming right now. "And I don't remember forcing anyone to do anything!" I yell.

"And then what? You forget their names afterwards?" Andrade is clearly pushing my buttons.

"Come on, we're all men here, I'm I supposed to remember the name of every girl I fuck?" I laugh, a disbelieving sound following afterwards.

"But that seems to be the problem," Coach Mike sighs. "Look, this scandal is a mess,"

"Scandal?" I raise my brows in disbelief.

"Yes, you'd be benched until we figure something out," He says and I nod my head in anger.

"And all of you are in on this?"

"Until we figure out how to fix this, because you clearly don't know how to," One of the NHL officials sighs.

"Wow, I can't fucking believe this," I laugh bitterly.

"Please step out," Andrade shows me to the door and I do as he says. I step out.

I'm pondering on what just happened when I see a familiar pair of legs. I look up to its owner and like always, my heart thunders in my chest.

Kimmie.

"Everything okay?" She asks, and my eyes focused on her plump lush pink lips.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be benched for a while, but everything's fine," I manage a grin, but I know she sees right through me. When she doesn't say a word, I sigh, "I'll head to the locker rooms," I say and she nods.

And with my thundering heart, I walk away from her piercing gaze as fast as possible.

The familiar chatter of grown-ass pro hockey players filter into my ears as I approach the locker room. As soon as they spot me, the chattering stops.

"What happened man?" T asks before anyone else.

"I'm benched till further notice," I manage a grin, tuning them out so I don't have to hear their various responses and reactions.

I change out of my hockey gear, ignoring all the "oh shit"s and "sorry"s they're probably telling me. And then I head out.

Heading to my car, I spot Aaron with Kimmie, who carries an excited Junior as Aaron makes funny faces.

"He is one cute baby," T interrupts.

"Yeah he is," I mumble.

"And she is one smoking hot lady," T says and take another look at Kimmie. She giggles as Aaron takes Junior from her and I quickly go back to trying to get my car door open.

"Whatever you're trying to do, quit it man, it ain't funny," I roll my eye at him.

"Speaking of things that ain't funny, our agent just dumped us with another agent," T explains as we get into the car. "we're supposed to be meeting her in ten minutes,"

"And you're just telling me this now?"

"Woah woah, if anything, this is your fault," he laughs. "You go around banging and forgetting, chicks are saying you can't commit,"

They have no fucking idea.

"And this is bad, this is your hometown, the place you went to college, how do you think this is gonna look?"

"I'm not gonna apologize for loving one night stands and orgies," I say as my eyes betray me by searching for Kimmie.

A black Maserati drives towards her. I watch as she frowns, rubs her palms together before getting in, Jason following in behind her. It's probably her Mom or her stupid boyfriend.

Okay. I don't know him that well so I don't have the right to judge. But after what went down last night, I've come to a conclusion. He's a douche. And I can't wait for her to be done with him.

"Dude what?" T asks and I widen my eyes at him.

"You just said you can't wait for Kim to be done with her stupid boyfriend," he laughs.

Was I saying all that loud?

"You're still in love with her!" T laughs. "Hold on, I gotta tell Alex that he won the bet,"

The fuck?

"What the fuck?"

"Dude, everyone noticed you guys last night, so Alex and I made a bet," T says and I slam my hands on the steering wheel.

"You wanna go see our step-in agent or what?" I growl at him, as he laughs at his phone. I jam the locks open in annoyance.

"You wanna kick me off?" He laughs. "chill out man," He snorts. "This grumpy attitude only means one thing," he takes a dramatic pause. "You still wanna kiss her!"

"Fuck you," I mumble. "Just shut up will you?"

"I'm trying to take your mind off the bench shit," He raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Nice try, buddy."

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"Is she showing up or what?" I groan in frustration. We've been sitting here for almost thirty minutes and there's been no sign of her. None. I'm beginning to think T is playing a prank on me. "Do you even know what she looks like?" I pin him with a stare.

"Well she knows what we look like,"

"Of course she knows what we look like!" I yell. "This is a hockey town and everyone knows the Krakens will be here, what the fuck, T?"

"Keep your voice down--"

"Terence Tiles and Hudson Ace," a female voice interrupts out banter and we both freeze as we turn to see its owner.

"I'm Nadia Andrade and I'm your new agent," she tossing her dark hair to the side as she releases her hand for a handshake.

"Andrade huh?" I mutter.

"Yes, my father is your team manager, thanks for the reminder," she rolls her eyes. "Let's get to business,"

"How long would you be our agent for?" I ask.

"Do your friends know you're in town?" T asks.

"Friends? I'm sorry what are you talking about? You don't even know me," she laughs casually as she takes an iPad out of her purse.

"Brittany and Jodie, ring a bell?" T quizzes and she suddenly looks uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, excuse me," she says in a rush. "I'll email you both the schedule for our next meeting," she literally dashes out of the restaurant.

"Dude what the actual fuck?" I groan at him. "You just chased away our hot agent,"

"Chill out bro, remember you're facing problems right now because you think with your dick,"

"Woah, so I'm not supposed to acknowledge when a woman is looking really good?"

"Yeah, right now, your main focus should be fixing your career,"

"I hate you," I mumble.

"You should be happy I'm the one giving you this lecture and not Nick," he chuckles.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, don't get used to it," I shudder at the thought of getting a lecture from Nick. "How do you know her?'

"I might have seen her before, when Liz was still in college, she used to be friends with Bri and Jo, and then all of a sudden she disappeared,"

"You gonna tell Jo you saw her long lost friend?"

"Not yet, I don't think she wants to be seen,"

"So I'm just supposed to work with her and not tell my sister anything?"

"Tell me, do you have a choice?" T asks at the same time I see Kimmie sit at the table next to ours. A couple of seconds later, Underwear guy sits opposite her and they share a tight look. She hasn't seen me yet.

The waiter arrives at their table and Underwear guy places his order.
"You not going to order anything?" He asks her.

"I told you I'm not hungry," she replies tightly. "So I guess I'm just going to watch you eat,"

"Stop being difficult," He growls at her.

"Difficult? I'm being difficult? Can you even hear yourself?" She raises her voice slightly. "You're so unbelievable,"

"You're pushing my buttons," he growls again and the urge to punch him rises in my chest.

"You pushed my buttons," she almost yells. "You just had sex with me," she lowers her voice but I can still hear her, "Forcefully, and you want me to just smile at you?!"

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

"Shut up, Kim, the paparazzi might heat you," He whispers and T and I share a worried look.

"That's what you're worried about?" She sighs. "I'm leaving," she stands to her feet and walks away.

And I follow behind her before T can protest.

"I can drive you back to the hotel," I say when she stops at the Maserati I saw earlier.

"Because you feel bad for me?" She says, but she still doesn't turn to look at me.

"Because you're Kimberly Summers, you should be driven around," I mumble.

"Thanks," she turns to face me and her breath visibly hitches. "But I don't need your pity, Lee,"

Before I can say a word, another car arrives and she gets in without even a last look at me.

She's wrong though. I don't pity her. Not even a little bit. T's right, I'm still in love with her, and I honestly don't know how to go about it.

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"How are you!" My mom screams while we facetime.

"Come on Mom, don't pretend you don't know how much of a mess my life is right now,"

"You did tell me not to interfer in your overactive sex life, so that's what I'm doing,"

"My agent sold me out, to someone else, a lady,"

"Well then that's good, women are better at managing shit than men,"

"Thanks for the obvious reminder, Mom," I manage a laugh.

"Seriously, be nice to her, I'd also love to meet her," she grins.

"Of course, you want to meet everyone in my life," I laugh.

"Yes yes and yes, I want to meet Junior West, NHL's Instagram has been fawning all over him, he's such a cute baby," she gushes.

"I saw Kim today," I mumble and her face softens. "I said she was happy, I was wrong," I sigh. "She's not happy, Mom,"

"So what? You feel bad for her? You pity her?"

"I--"

"Yes you still love her, but is it because you think she's in a bad relationship and now you wanna play hero?"

"Mom--"

"I didn't raise you that way, Lee,"

"I know,"

She's silent for a moment.

"But Mom, you know I still loved her right? Even when I left I still did,"

"But you still left," she sighs. "Sometimes I feel guilty, sometimes I feel it's my fault,"

"Mom, stop, if there's anyone at fault here, it's me, I left,"

"So what are you going to do about it?"

A/N

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