Page 4 of Puck Me Like You Do

"Of course not. You're just like your father—only thinking about himself. Why do you think I divorced him?" I bite my tongue, wanting desperately to remind her my father was the one that divorced her and not the other way around. But I keep still, letting her take her anger out on me. "Now that I have Roger, I'm not going to let you fuck this up for me."

"Yes, mom."

"Ugh, don't call me mom. It makes me feel old. Call me by my first name."

Really, this is our new dynamic now.

"Yes, Bernette." I give in, wanting this nightmare to end.

"Good. Now you're going to stay in this room and think about what you've done."

"But what about the wedding?"

"What about it? I'll tell them you're sick and can't make it." She shrugs like it's no big deal if I'm at her wedding or not. "Then you can take the next plane home and focus on your Olympic dreams not how my cocks you can fit in your body at one time." This time I do flinch at her hurtful words.

"Now that you've ruined my wedding, I'm off to the spa to rid myself of your filth." She strolls out of the room leaving me feeling hollow.

She's always been a hands-off mother, unless it had to do with skating, but I never realized until now that's all she sees me as, is a potential Olympic gold medalist—not a daughter.

four

Blade

"Iknowboyswillbe boys. But did you all have to sleep with Briella?" My father rambles on as my thoughts keep drifting to Briella.

Would I have still slept with her if I would've known she was my future stepsister?

Hell, yes, I would have. And so would've Atlas and Ivan. We're a package deal. Even though my dad won't let us act on it.

I told him three months ago about the three of us wanting to share the same woman. He told me the time wasn't right for that. That the hockey world wouldn't accept three players fucking the same woman.

He wouldn't listen. He kept repeating the hockey world isn't ready for that kind of unconventional lifestyle. Even when I explained we would only be having sex with one woman and not each other, he still didn't go for it. He even went so far as to threaten to drop Atlas and Ivan as their agent.

I couldn't let that happen. So, I've kept my mouth shut and stopped bringing it up. Maybe somewhere down the line we can hire a different agent, but my father is the best of the best. We'd be foolish to drop him.

"Look, all I'm saying is you need a certain look if you want to be taken seriously in the pros. And fucking the same woman, no matter how hot she is isn't a good look."

I clench my hands at my sides. Never in my life have I wanted to hit my father more than I do right now. "It's not like that dad." I say instead of punching him like I really want to do.

"Come on son. It's always like that. If you want to make it big in the pros, you have to have the right woman by your side. You know, someone more wholesome, even virginal."

Atlas and Ivan scowl at the direction this conversation is going. But I've known my father longer than they have. It's best to just agree with him now and figure it out later. "Yeah, dad you're probably right. I virginal type of girlfriend is probably the best." The words feel like ash on my tongue.

I don't want anyone else besides Bri, or I guess Briella. I knew she was hiding something from me, but I didn't realize the extent of our connection, that might ruin any chance we have to be together.

Little did I know she would run from us and the wedding without any way to contact her.

five

Briella

HearingBladeadmittowanting a virginal appearing girlfriend to help his pro career breaks me.

Am I really that hard to love?

Not that I want them to love me. But it would be nice if just one person would stand up and say I'm not a bad person for exploring my sexual side.

With my mind made up, I sneak back to my room and book the next fight off the island that as luck would have it is in three hours. But there's one more thing I have to do to begin my new journey in life.

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