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I rolled my eyes, a small smirk on my lips. "Don't worry, she's real…"
"So, you have met her?"
I forced my grin to fade away. Ari had known me for a long time, but the fact that I was basically stalking the girl at this point would come as a definite surprise to him.
I mean, fuck, it was still a surprise to me.
I had to put my gloves in front of me to try to hide the hard on I had just from thinking about our conversation last night.
I'd been catching glimpses of her every day since I’d gotten her address, but hearing her voice, the kind of voice that broke your heart and body, had me losing my mind even fucking more. It was like an angel's, one that was dirty, with a light smoke to it that gave her innocence the lust filled undertone that would make any man desperate.
I could understand her classmate tricking her into a date.
Like I told her, desperate men do desperate things.
I could understand it, but it didn't mean I was going to let it happen.
Once I’d allowed myself to fall over the cliff of insanity, it wasn't a big deal to get to the step of tracking her whereabouts so I always knew where she was. When she’d texted me at the restaurant, I’d used my special app to figure out exactly what restaurant she was at…and then it was a simple phone call to buy it out for the night…starting immediately.
When I’d called the owner, he’d almost choked to death at the number I'd offered him to close for the evening, but of course he wouldn't understand; there wasn’t a number too high when it came to my girl.
I should've stopped there, but hearing the fear in her voice when she'd called me…that's how her douchebag classmate ended up in the alleyway afterwards, my fists destroying his face. I’d been wearing a ski mask, and I’d never spoken, so I wasn't in any danger there…But I'm sure she might have questions when she saw him in class next time sporting two black eyes.
I skated onto the ice, the sound of blades against the cold surface echoing through the arena.
My mind was supposed to be focused on practice, but all I could think about was her. The girl with the wavy black hair and green eyes that had captured my soul.
“Yo, earth to Linc, you playing?" Ari chided, breaking me out of the daze I’d fallen into thinking about her…my dream girl.
It slipped out last night, but it was an apt description for this girl who had embedded herself under my skin.
And to think she had no clue the effect she had on me.
"So I was talking to Bender about going out on Friday when we’re in New York. You in?" he asked as we skated around the ice.
A week ago, I would've been salivating at the thought. Once upon a time I thought it was delicious to mess with east coast girls. They were always wildcats in bed, sexual creatures just waiting to be unleashed under their buttoned-up cardigans and pearl earrings.
But now…the thought of any other girl was as palatable as a dick punch.
"Let's just go to a bar, man, and watch a game."
Ari threw his glove at me.
"Boys, are you hearing this? Golden Boy’s got it bad for Frank," he tossed out as he skated a circle around me.
"Frank?" Bender asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"He's only into older men now. You might have a chance, buddy," Ari called to him, never missing an opportunity to razz Bender about his age. I sighed and waited until he was skating by me again before I tripped him with my stick, sending him sprawling.
Peters chuckled next to me.
"You being paid to gossip like you're at a slumber party, cunt worms?" Coach called as he skated on to the ice.
He blew his whistle a couple times for good measure, and we were off, starting with some warm-up drills, skating around the ring in laps, gradually picking up speed as we went. I was usually at the front of the pack, but I was distracted today, my mind consumed with thoughts of her. Obsessed with retracing every word that she'd said last night, and I’d started plotting when I could hear her voice again.
"Daniels, get your motherfucking ass in gear. Unless you want New York to fuck you tomorrow night," he screamed. I gritted my teeth, trying to concentrate as we moved on to puck handling drills.
“Oh, he doesn’t want that,” whispered Ari slyly.
