“Okay. Love you, Bash.”
“Love you too, Lee,” I tell her, the lie just drips from my lips as I walk into the locker room, pressing the red button and ending the call. I slam into a hard chest and look up to see Zan with narrowed eyes.
“Love, huh?” He snickers, and I smirk.
“Yep,” I lie again, and he huffs.
“Get dressed. Time for practice,” he growls, and I roll my eyes as I walk past him to my locker.
As I get dressed and start walking toward the door, he whistles. I glance over my shoulder and our eyes collide. He smirks, and I just want to punch him in the face. I know this is not going to be good.
“We’re going to do this a little differently today. Vos, you’re facing off against me. The rest of you pick a side and let's run through the play,” he announces, and I take a deep breath.Fine. If he wants to play, let’s fucking play.
Heading out onto the rink, I skate to the middle. We all take a minute to stretch our hips and the rest of our limbs, then Zan blows the whistle. A few guys get behind me and the rest behind him. He takes the puck and throws it up in the air and we both get into position. Once the puck hits the ice, our sticks slam into one another as we fight to gain control. He shoulder checks me but I lean out and gain the puck, sending it away from us.
Gliding along the ice, I smile because I took it from him. He let his anger towards me cloud his mind, and that thought alone puts a smile on my face. Skates slamming against the ice echo through the arena as we make the rink our bitch. A few times, Zan comes for me, making me lose my footing, but I don’t hold anything back. I slam into him, sending him into the side of the rink, and he growls as I gain the puck yet again and race down towards the goal. I shoot and score, shouting as I skate around the goalie. He sends it back down the ice, and this time Zan has it. So, I chase after him, but he takes his shot and scores, whooping as he does. He nods past me as the goalie sends the puck towards me, but someone comes from behind and shoves me so fucking hard I fall and slide across the ice.
“Pussy bitch. Get up!” Zan growls, and as I do, he pushes me against the ice. “That’s where you belong. Beneath me,” he spits and skates away.Such a fucking dick.I swear he does this shit on purpose, but then once we get back to our room he’s a slightly different person. I just don’t understand.
Practice goes on like this for the rest of the evening. My body aches as we leave the ice and head into the locker room. I throw my stick and sit down on the bench. I’m not showering here. Fuck him. This is bullshit. I take my gear off and head back to our room.
“Yo, Vos,” he yells from behind me, but I flip him the bird and keep walking. Fuck him. I’m not dealing with his shit. Fucking prick.
Standing in the shower, I let the hot water pelt against my aching limbs. I’ve been in here for a bit but I don’t care. He better hope he showered in the locker room because I’m purposely using all the hot water up here just to piss him off. Why do I let him affect me so god damn much? Just the thought of him naked in the shower has my dick hardening.Fucking Christ.I take my cock in my hand, wrapping my fist around my length, and pump slowly. I hear the door creep open but I don’t stop. I pick up the pace as the shower door opens and Zan stands there, shirtless. Watching me. I bite my bottom lip and moan, tightening mygrip. He doesn’t say a word but I can see his cock hardening in his sweats.
“Look at me,” he whispers, and my eyes snap to his as my fist moves faster. “Such a good boy.” He groans as his hand disappears into this sweats.Fuck, that’s so hot.I moan again, swiping my thumb over my tip. “You going to cum for me, Buttercup?” And I smirk. Just as that familiar tingle creeps up my spine, I take a step closer to him, jerking my cock faster while watching his fist move quickly inside his sweats.
“Fuckkk, Leelee,” I groan and cum all over his stomach. He immediately stills, and I laugh, rubbing my tip on his arm. “Fuck you!” I growl and step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I leave the bathroom and he slams the door, making me laugh. Like I said, fuck him, even if all I thought about was him as I came.Fucking hell.
Chapter 8
Lyzander Corbit
I slam my hands against the porcelain sink, gripping it until my knuckles go white. I heave as the anger rages through my veins, causing my body to shake. I could fucking kill him for that. Hearing him moan out another person’s name. The name we both agreed we would never say to one another, but here he is—cumming with her name on his lips. Thunder rumbles in the distance and the lights flicker.Fucking great.I hate the dark, have ever since I was a kid. I don’t know why, but being alone in the dark terrifies me. The lights flash and pounding on the door behind me makes me jolt.
“Zan, open the door,” he yells as I take a deep breath.
“Get away from me, Bash,” I growl, and the lights go out and darkness ensues.
“Zan, Zan, answer me,” he shouts, but I’m frozen staring at my dark reflection in the mirror. A memory floods my mind as I see a little boy screaming in the corner of a dark room and a woman creeping up the stairs with a knife. A man yells in thedistance, and suddenly, arms wrap around me and I scream. “It’s just me. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Bash whispers, leading me out of the room.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask in a panic as sweat drips down my forehead.
“I don’t know, Zan. Tell me what you saw?” he says, bringing me to my bed. I sit down and slide against the headboard. He comes to sit next to me, bringing the blanket up and over us, then takes my hand into his.
“I saw a little boy in a corner and a woman with a knife. I don’t know who or what it means.” I heave. I don’t understand. Every single time I’m in the dark, scenes just flood my mind, and I can’t for the life of me put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“Last time, it was the woman and a man yelling while the little boy watched from the stairs. Do you think it’s suppressed memories and you’re fighting to keep them locked away?” he asks, and I shrug, sliding down the bed and throwing the blanket over my face. He shuffles around, then he’s cupping my face.
“I don’t know, Bash. I just don’t know. The woman doesn’t look familiar, and the man's voice is always distorted,” I tell him as he pulls me closer.
“You’re shaking, Zan. I need you to inhale deeply through your mouth and exhale through your nose. Do it a few times for me,” he says, and I do just that, but it’s not working. My body continues to shake and my chest tightens. “Fuck! Okay. Tell me five things you can hear.”
“You yapping, owls hooting, thunder rumbling, laughter in the hall, and my own breathing.”
“Okay, good. Four things you see.” He laughs.
“You, the blanket, the moonlight reflecting in the window, and the trees moving in the wind,” I say, taking a deep breath.
