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Carter was playing lights out. He faced a barrage of shots from the Cobras, each one more intense than the last. The tension in the arena was unbearable as the clock ticked down.
A deafening roar filled the arena as Carter made a miraculous save, diving across the crease to deny a surefire goal. The crowd leaped to their feet, their cheers echoing through the arena as Carter's save kept the Devils in the lead.
The final two minutes felt like an eternity, and when the clock finally ticked down to zero, the arena erupted in jubilation as the Devils secured the victory.
Jack emerged from the penalty box, joining his teammates on the ice as they celebrated their well-deserved win. He glanced up, seemingly up to where I was standing, staring down at the ice. We locked eyes for a second before he jerked his attention back to the celebration.
No, we didn’t lock eyes. Especially not all the way up here.
Get your shit together, woman, I snarled at myself before I turned back to the crowd milling around in the suite and served one last round of drinks.
As I made my way back around the room, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. But of course, every time I glanced around, no one in particular was staring at me.
It was just a weird night apparently.
The crowd in the suite finally cleared out, and I started cleaning up, tidying tables and collecting empty glasses. The suite was in a state of complete disarray, a testament to how hard everyone had been celebrating the win.
As I worked, my gaze wandered toward the large screen TV mounted on the wall, which was broadcasting the post-game interviews with the players.
And there they were.
Sebastian, Carter, and Jack, all looking like wet dreams in their Devils jerseys. I couldn’t drag my gaze away. They were literally the hottest guys I’d ever seen.
And they were charming, answering the reporter’s questions with patience and hot smiles that made me want to rub my legs together. Judging by the goofy smile on the reporter’s face, she agreed with me.
Other reporters and camera crews surrounded them, asking about the key moments in the game, their strategies, and how they felt securing the victory. The three of them handled the attention effortlessly, their smiles and charisma evident even through the screen.
The camera panned to the crowd of fans that had gathered around the players during the interviews. Girls of all ages approached them, some shy and starstruck, while others were more confident, boldly requesting autographs and selfies.
A twinge of jealousy stirred within me, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It’s not like I knew any of the team. I’m sure they had their pick of puck bunnies.
It was just that something inside me wasn’t crazy about the idea of that.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the irrational jealousy that had crept in. With a sigh, I continued to clean up the suite, reminding myself I was a nobody, with no past, no family, and certainly nothing that could ever catch the eye of men like that.
The world was obsessed with men like Sebastian, Jack, and Carter–gods among the rabble–while it didn’t even notice girls like me.
I pushed hard at the self-doubt creeping in, the one that told me I was so worthless, I was nothing more than a Jane Doe.
There was no room in my life for thoughts like that.
As I gathered the last of the empty glasses and plates, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at the TV screen. Sebastian, Carter, and Jack were still there, still basking in the spotlight of their victory, but there was now a group of kids, all dressed in Devils jerseys, gathered around them.
I walked over to stare down at the ice, a smile on my face as I watched the three guys playing around with the kids. Their faces were all lit up with awe and excitement, and their squeals were loud enough to make it up to where I was standing.
I went back to cleaning up, but I could see what was happening on the ice on the tv.
One of the kids, a young boy with a missing front tooth and a wide grin, held out a small notebook and a pen. "Can I have your autograph, Mr. Sebastian?"
Sebastian crouched down to the boy's level, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he gave him a wide grin. "Of course, buddy! What's your name?"
The boy proudly declared, "I'm Timmy!"
Sebastian signed his name on the notebook, and Timmy's eyes practically sparkled with joy. "Thanks, Mr. Sebastian!"
Carter knelt beside another child, a girl with pigtails and a shy demeanor. "And what about you? Would you like an autograph too?"
The girl nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Yes, please."
