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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 21

A/N:  I’ve always wanted to write a super-tropey scene like the bar scene in this so I went ahead and did it and I LOVE IT, OKAY?!  Also, if you haven’t seen, I posted Part 3 of my Elias story last Thursday.  It’s linked on my Masterlist!

Also, just a quick note that I will be returning to a full-time job after Labour Day today.  I have enough chapters written out that I don’t think I will have to skip a week of posting, and I organize my time wisely so that I still give myself time to write, but this is just a PSA/FYI that I may not get to your asks/canon questions super quickly like I have been over quarantine.  They will still ALL be answered, though, so don’t worry about that!

Anyways, enjoy this! 

February 18th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was dejected.  

The Leafs had lost their last two games, but these felt different.  They’d lost to Buffalo on Sunday 5-2, and Buffalo was one of the worst teams in the league.  It didn’t even matter that there were a majority of Leaf fans in the building.  Now, tonight, they’d just lost 5-2 again, but this time to Pittsburgh.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off her phone, with tweet upon tweet upon tweet calling this the worst game of the season for the team.  Just an absolutely awful game.  No effort.  No heart.  No soul.  One that they would have to answer for at home, since they faced them again on Thursday, but this time at home.  She didn’t even like hockey and she was taking everything to heart because, well – she was part of the team now.  Everybody had told her that since day one.  And now, at one of the lowest points in the season, she felt that.

She couldn’t stop scrolling.  Couldn’t stop reading what everybody was saying.

It was Tyson who had volunteered to drive her home tonight.  Ever since Morgan broke his ankle, it was a rotation of Tyson or John.  When Emma picked up Tyson, she was just as nice, but she missed Bee.  She missed seeing the way Morgan looked at Bee when they were in the car, because it reminded her of how William looked at her when they were alone.

Aberdeen shuffled into the backseat of Tyson’s SUV.  Tyson was in the driver’s seat, and Emma was the passenger.  Everyone was silent as Tyson began driving into the city – she and Emma could tell he was dejected and mad at the game that had transpired just a few hours ago.  The short flight did nothing to quell his emotions.  And as Emma laid her hand on his on the gearshift, Aberdeen watched as she moved her thumb back and forth, trying to tell him that it was all okay.

“Tys…it’s not your fault,” Emma said softly, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of silence.  

“Em—”

“Tyson, listen to me.”

“—Emma, please, not right now—”

His eyes flashed to hers through the rear view mirror, but Emma wouldn’t listen to him.  “I know it and you know it too.  The whole defence is flawed.  Plus, you guys are missing Mo.  It’s not just you and you know that—”

“—Emma, I really don’t want to talk about it right now—”

“—and besides, if – or should I say when – you’re traded at the deadline, none of this will matter,” she dropped a bombshell.  “Everyone knows you’re unhappy and it’s not working out and that you’re much better suited to play somewhere else.”

Aberdeen felt her body stiffen at the revelation.  So Tyson was unhappy.  Unhappy with playing on the Leafs.  She knew he wasn’t having the best season, especially considering how successful he’d been in Colorado, but she didn’t think it was that bad.  He’d gotten better when Sheldon came in, but apparently that wasn’t enough.  It wasn’t enough to make him happy.  And in Aberdeen’s life, happiness was important.  It was almost paramount.  What you did and who you surrounded yourself with and your work should, ultimately, make you happy.  Was it the same in hockey?  Were hockey players allowed to be happy?  Were hockey players on the Toronto Maple Leafs allowed to be happy?  Or was everything just a business transaction?  A long road to the ultimate success of lifting the Stanley Cup, regardless of who got hurt along the way?

Tyson let out a long sigh as he continued to drive, choosing not to answer his girlfriend or say anything else.  When they got off the Gardiner and into downtown, Aberdeen was almost desperate to get out.  She felt very awkward.  Clearly Emma and Tyson wanted, needed to have a conversation, and she was stopping that from happening.  Just by being in the backseat.  She almost wanted to just tuck and roll out of the car.  Tyson could return her suitcase later.  She really didn’t care at this point.  

When he pulled up outside her condo building, Aberdeen almost didn’t want until he stopped the car and put it in park to click her seatbelt off.  “Hey Aberdeen,” Tyson looked at her through the rear view mirror.  She paused all her movements to stare back at him through the mirror.  “I uh…I’d appreciate it if you don’t mention to Brendan, uh, you know…what you heard…” he trailed off.

Aberdeen stared back at him doe-eyed.  She shook her head slightly.  “I don’t…I don’t tell Brendan about anything I find out about you guys.  I mean I would never…” she said softly, trailing off too.

Tyson nodded, smiling slightly.  “Thanks, Aberdeen.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

When she got out of the car, Tyson popped the trunk so she could get her bag.  After one last thank you, a polite wave, and a push of the button to get it to close, she walked into her condo building.  She nodded towards the security guard before walking towards the elevators.

She wondered if William felt that same way when he played last year.

***

February 20th, 2020

“Get ‘em!” Aberdeen growled as she looked down onto the ice.  “Get ‘em!!!”

Brendan chuckled as he watched Aberdeen, her hands balled up in fists as she practically hung over the box.  He’d never seen her so into a hockey game before, and he didn’t know what had gotten into her.  “You alright, Aberdeen?”

“Get ‘em!”

He got a kick out of it.  Kyle, too, was doing one of those silent chuckles and getting redder by the second.  “Aberdeen, you’re going to blow your heart out.  We’re gonna need to put you on meds,” Brendan commented.  “You gotta remember that you’re staying until the proofs get here.  You can’t waste all your energy now.”

Aberdeen calmed down a bit, but she was still on the edge of her seat.  “Sorry,” she said.  She knew she was maybe taking it a bit overboard, but she couldn’t help it.  After the awful game against the Penguins on Tuesday, the Leafs were dominating them right now.  Freddie was playing phenomenally, Jake Muzzin had just scored to put them up 1-0, and they were getting really good chances.  It’s like the team did a complete 180 from what they were.  She also knew, though, that she needed to stay at the arena later tonight, because the final proofs for the St. Pats jerseys were coming and she was the one who had to sign for them and place them safely and securely in Brendan’s office to see tomorrow.  She didn’t know how long she’d be up tonight, and she’d need to conserve energy.  

“Don’t apologize.  I just don’t want you to have a heart attack,” Brendan smiled. 

With the Leafs on a powerplay, Aberdeen was like a hawk following the puck.  With Tavares, Matthews, and Nylander on the ice, she was praying for a goal.  And then—

“YES!!!!!” she screamed as William scored a beautiful goal, jumping up in her seat and throwing her fist in the air like she was Bender at the end of The Breakfast Club.  From beside her, Brendan and Kyle stayed unnaturally calm.  Aberdeen looked over at them and tried to settle back into her seat calmly.  “Sorry.  Again,” she said, gripping the armrests of her chair.  “But how can you guys be so calm?!”

“You get used to it,” Brendan smiled.

“Well, maybe you do, Mr. Hockey Player,” Aberdeen joked.

“Especially when the camera is on you,” Kyle added.

Aberdeen’s face dropped.  “Oh my God, I’m not on camera, am I?!”

Kyle shook his head, his smile spreading from ear to ear.  “We’ll have to see, Aberdeen, but I don’t think so.”

The Leafs dominated the rest of game.  Kasperi scored another goal only three minutes after William, and Zach scored in the third to make it 4-0.  Freddie got the shutout.  She knew he’d be happy about that, despite his stoic reserve.  As she, Brendan, and Kyle made their way to the locker room, Aberdeen saw the media already speaking to Jake Muzzin.  She knew they’d want to speak with the goal scorers too, and so when she saw William and Kasperi heading to the media room, along with John, Freddie, and Sheldon, she wasn’t surprised.  It was a good game.  Hopefully the media would back down a bit.  

She congratulated the guys and stood on the sidelines as Brendan and Kyle spoke to some of them once the media left.  By that point, some of them were dressed and ready to head home.  “Hey, you want a ride?” Jason offered as he approached her, tightening his tie around his neck.

“Oh, I’m staying back, actually,” Aberdeen informed him.  He looked at her skeptically.  “The final proofs are coming in for your St. Pats jerseys in March and I have to receive them and put them in Brendan’s office under lock and key.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed.  “Well, I can wait with you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Aberdeen, it’s fine.  We can grab a bite to eat afterwards.”

“Jason, I might be here until, like, eleven.”

“So we’ll have an authentic Italian-style dinner then.  All the more reason since I miss my motherland.”

“Jason—”

“Aberdeen, are you really going to say no me?”

She glared at him.  It was like St. John’s all over again.  Before she could open her mouth and say something else, another voice interrupted her.  “Why’re you giving Jason the stink eye?” William asked as he approached them.

“I’m gonna wait with Aberdeen until the proofs come and then we’re gonna grab dinner.  You in?” he asked William, but everybody already knew the answer.

William shrugged his shoulders casually, like Jason hadn’t just invited him to dinner with his own girlfriend.  “I’m in.”

Aberdeen rolled her eyes.  “You two are insufferable.”

“I like to think it’s part of our charm,” Jason smiled.  “Let me call Jen and then we can go trash Brendan’s office.”

*** It was about 10:45 when Aberdeen, Jason, and William ended up at a small bar none of them had ever been to that served small pub-style plates.  It was crowded, for some reason, even though it was a Thursday.  Aberdeen quickly learned, judging by the drink specials, that it was their grand opening weekend, and tonight was their first official night open.  Opening on a Thursday meant pandering to the university crowd for sure (whose pub nights usually took place on Thursdays), but this place was pretty full with an older, gruffier clientele that were seated at the bar and congregated in small groups around the open space in the centre of the room, away from the few booths against the wall.  She wondered if they marketed the place wrongly, or if they just wanted to fill the place so they could say they had a successful opening.  

It was a bit loud, but she, Jason, and William ate their late dinner in relative peace.  They spoke about the game only for a little bit before they moved on to other topics, making it abundantly clear to Aberdeen that they didn’t want to discuss hockey at all.  The food was fine, and so, too, were the beers William and Jason had, but Aberdeen’s Long Island Iced Tea had way too much rum in it so she couldn’t finish.  

By the time they finished, it was almost midnight and Aberdeen was starting to feel her fatigue.  They were told to pay at the bar, so they gathered their jackets.  Aberdeen insisted on paying for her meal, ever going so far as to run up to the bar herself, inching between some patrons in order to pay, before William or Jason could even get out of the booth.  William, however, was right behind her, ready to Jason’s meal on his card.

“H—Hey!  Hey!  Look what we have here!  Y-You’re Wiiiilliam Nylander,” a guy, older and very clearly inebriated, slurred out as he laid his eyes on them.

“That’s me,” William gave a tight-lipped smile, standing just slight behind Aberdeen, waiting his turn to pay.

The drunk guy focused his attention on Jason now.  “You.  Spezza.”

“Yup.”

He turned back towards William, shaking his head.  “Teams like this can’t win the Cup.  Esp-p-ecially not with this guy around.”

That caught Aberdeen’s attention.  She furrowed her brows as the friend of the guy, obviously just as drunk, nodded his head in agreement.  “Don’t have the heart like Dougie or Wendel.  All a bunch of pussies now.  Especially you.”

Aberdeen pulled her card out of the reader dramatically, turning her body so she could face them head on.  “What the hell is your problem?  There’s no need to be rude,” she said, her voice loud and firm.

“Aberdeen, stop it,” William said loud enough for her to hear.

“Y-Y-Yyyyou shoulda just sssigned the contract, man,” the drunk man grumbled out.  

Aberdeen tried again, ignoring William’s plea.  “Sir, this isn’t the time or place,” she intervened, but William’s hands went straight to her waist to move her out of his way so she wasn’t standing in between them anymore.  

Suddenly, it was William closer to the drunk man that Aberdeen.  The drunk guy apparently didn’t like that very much.  “You’re damn – you’re damn selfish!  Ssssselfish and greedyyyy,” the man continued to slur drunkenly.  “Seeeelfish, no good—”

“Sir—” Aberdeen showed up beside William, refusing to stand behind him.

“I oughta hurt you like you hurt the fffranchise.”

Aberdeen’s eyes widened.  That was a threat if she ever heard one, and even though he was drunk, Aberdeen didn’t like the tone of his voice.  “Okay sir,” she chastised.  “You need to stop overreacting.  We’re just here trying to pay for our meal.  This is no time to be a dick.”

“You know what?  Let’s just pay at the other end of the bar,” Jason said, trying to diffuse the situation as much as possible.  He even started to herd William and Aberdeen away from the drunk man and down the opposite end of the bar.  “You have fun with whatever whiskey you’re drinking,” he gave one last look to the man before walking away himself.

“Fuckin’ pussy!” the friend yelled loudly at William, already half way down the bar now.

Aberdeen looked back.  William had grabbed her wrist and was dragging her through the crowd so she’d get to the other side with him.  She watched as one of them slammed his glass down on the bar dramatically.  “Willy—”

“Ignore them, Aberdeen.”

“Yeeeeeah, fuckin’ pussy!  Fuckin’ lowlife!  Worst Leaf on the team!  Shoulda traded you back to Sweden, ya Swedish piece of shit!”

The men continued to yell obscenities and taunt William as they stood at the other end of the bar.  Aberdeen stared at William as he stuck his credit card into the machine, quickly punching in his pin.  “Does that happen often?” Aberdeen asked him.

“Aberdeen, don’t,” he shook his head, refusing to answer her as he pulled his card out of the machine and stuffed it back into his wallet.  It was as if he didn’t want her to know; as if he wanted to protect her from learning just how awful some “fans” could be – at least to him.

“Did you pay?” Jason showed up beside them.  William nodded.  “Alright, then let’s get the hell out of here,” he ordered, herding them again to lead them out.

It all happened so fast that Aberdeen didn’t really know exactly that – what happened.  All she knew was that she heard the guy yell from down the bar.  Then she heard the breaking of glass (commonplace in bars, really) and someone else yell “Put it down!” as she, Jason, and William continued towards the door.  Then another voice screamed “Watch out!” and she, Jason, and William turned their heads to look behind them.

Then it hit her.

Literally.

A glass had been thrown – obviously by one of the drunk men who had been harassing them – intended for William, but it hit Aberdeen right on the forehead instead.  She staggered backwards but didn’t fall.  As she brought her hand up to assess the damage, she could almost immediately feel blood dripping down the side of her eye.  

“Aberdeen!” Jason screamed.

William looked over and saw the blood on Aberdeen’s hand and it dripping down the side of her face.  His eyes filled with anger.  Jason, who was still looking at Aberdeen, saw the look she was giving William.  He whipped his head towards William, who appeared ready to murder everybody in the room.  “Will—William—” Jason tried to get his attention, but to no avail.

“Ohmygodareoyouokaaaaay?!” voices began to ask as they huddled around Aberdeen, William, and Jason worriedly, forming a protective circle around them.  There were so many people, so concerned and so loud asking if she was okay that Aberdeen couldn’t even respond – she was too overwhelmed and too confused to even comprehend what was going on.

That’s when the two men ran out.  When most of the people in the bar were distracted trying to see if Aberdeen was okay, the men had the wherewithal to completely book it out of the bar with nobody stopping them.  It was only William who noticed, screaming out a loud “HEY!” to try and get somebody’s attention to stop them, but nobody moved enough for him to get out of the scrum around Aberdeen to chase him.  William focused his attention back on Aberdeen even though he could feel his cheeks flush red with anger and tears forming in his eyes.  She was still holding the area above her eyebrow cautiously as the bartender waved her over.  Jason and William led her towards the bar, making sure she didn’t step on any of the shattered glass that now littered the floor.  The bartender was already opening the first aid kit.  William heard Jason tell everyone “It’s fine, it’s fine, we don’t need your help, it’s alright, we’ll handle it, we’ll handle it.”

Aberdeen was offered a bar stool to sit on, but she turned it down.  She didn’t want to be on display for everyone to see; she was already embarrassed enough as is.  “You wanna go into a washroom?” the bartender asked, and Aberdeen nodded her head.  He led them to the wheelchair bathroom, since there would be space for all of them, and ushered them in.  “The emergency rooms are just up the street.  They’ll do stitches.”

William glared at the bartender.  “Aren’t you even gonna call a paramedic or something?  What about the cops?” he demanded, his voice shaking from the anger he was still feeling.  “Can we look at security cameras to get a face?”

“Bro, we don’t want cops or paramedics here opening night.  That would kill us,” the bartender said.  William couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “We don’t have cameras installed yet, either.  Just clean it up and take it to emerge.  It’s, like, two blocks north.”

William felt like punching the bartender square in the jaw.  And he would have, too, for being so insensitive about it, if it wasn’t for Jason opening the first aid box loudly against the counter.  Jason, for his part, glared at the bartender too.  “You can leave now,” he growled, focusing his attention back on finding what he needed within the kit.  “Useless piece of shit,” he mumbled under his breath.

Aberdeen sat on the toilet, trying to collect her thoughts and emotions.  She’d gotten hit with a fucking flying glass in the middle of a bar.  A glass seemingly intended for Willy, thrown by a drunk guy, but it had hit her.  She couldn’t believe what had just happened.  She was sure her hand was covered in blood at this point; she didn’t even want to know what her face looked like.  “Did I get busted open?” she asked, even though she was well aware of the answer.  She needed someone else to confirm it so this all felt real and not like a nightmare.

“Yeah,” Jason said softly.  “Listen, if that dipshit isn’t gonna call the cops or paramedics, I want to clean it before we go to the walk-in.  Your face has a lot of blood on it.”

Aberdeen nodded her head slightly.  There was nothing else she could do, really.  It wasn’t like she was going to reject any medical attention, from Jason or otherwise.  “Is it gonna hurt?” she asked.

“Of course it’ll hurt, but I don’t want any of the blood to crust and dry,” he said. 

“Am I gonna need stitches?  I’ve never gotten stitches before.”

“Move your hand a bit and let me see,” Jason said.  She moved her hand the slightest bit, too scared to move it anymore out of fear that blood would gush out like some Halloween decoration, and Jason looked up close.  “Yeah, probably,” he deadpanned.  William winced at the thought.

“Oh, Jesus.  Is it gonna scar?”

“No.  Not deep enough to scar.  At least not to me,” he said.  She trusted him, if only because he was a father of four and had been around the block a few times.  He cleaned her face as much as he could of the blood that had streamed down.  She watched as he got some alcohol and put it onto a pad, prepped a sterile gauze, and whatever else he needed.    Now, are you ready?” he asked.  

“I guess so,” Aberdeen braced herself.  She took her hand off the injury, relieved that no blood gushed onto Jason’s shirt.  “On three, okay?” she asked.  Jason nodded his head.  She began to count.  “One…two—”

She let out a guttural scream as Jason put the rubbing alcohol on her early so she wouldn’t wince away.  It fucking stung.  The sound that escaped her made Will’s heart drop into the pit of his stomach.  He never wanted to hear it again.  When he looked over, she was writhing on the toilet seat.  Even Jason’s face was pained at her screams, but he was doing what he needed to do.  After doing as much as he could, he took one last look at it before putting the sterile gauze on it, grabbing Aberdeen’s hand to hold it against the cut.  

“You ready to go to emerge?” Jason asked.

Tears had streamed down her face at this point.  She didn’t have a good tolerance for pain.  She nodded her head.  “Let’s go.”

***

It was just past two in the morning before an emergency room doctor saw Aberdeen.  Jason had called Jen to let her know what happened and let her know that he was going to be extra late, and William…well, William was silent.  He was still red with rage as they sat in the emergency room, with Jason and Aberdeen making conversation, but he was silent.  Truthfully, all Aberdeen wanted to do was hug him, hold his hand, and nestle into him, but she couldn’t.  It would have made things a hundred times better, but Jason being there meant that it was impossible.  She noticed William’s silence from the moment they were in the washroom at the awful place and Jason had cleaned the wound.  She was hoping that he wasn’t blaming himself.

“So, Miss Bloom, what happened here?” Dr. Behari asked as she sat on the gurney, Jason and William standing near her with their arms crossed.  

“Some guy at a bar threw a glass and it hit me,” Aberdeen explained simply.  “I think I’m going to need stitches.”

The doctor nodded, then looked towards Jason and William.  “And you’re her bodyguards?” he joked.

Jason smiled, but William didn’t.  “Friends,” Jason said.  “I cleaned it up a bit with rubbing alcohol at the bar, doctor.  I – It was the only thing I could think to do.”

The doctor nodded, stepping closer towards Aberdeen.  “Let me take a look, Miss Bloom, and I can clean it and see if you need stitches.”  Aberdeen took her hand and the gauze off the cut and the doctor put on his gloves.  “Aallllllright…” he mumbled as he checked it, Aberdeen wincing in pain slightly as he pressed down on it.  “You’ve got no residual glass in it, which is great.  All we have to do is clean it up and give you some stitches.”

The thought of stitches made Aberdeen a bit woozy.  She tried not to think about what they’d have to do.  “Is it a deep cut?  Like is it gonna scar?” she asked.

“Not a deep cut at all,” the doctor shook his head.  “I’m only putting it one layer of stitches.  You’ll probably have the slightest scar once it’s all healed but it’s easily covered with makeup, and due to placement, it won’t be too noticeable.”  Suddenly, the curtain that blocked off the room opened, and some supplies and medical equipment were ushered in.  Jason and William looked to see everything that Dr. Behari would need laid out on the tray.  “Ah!  Here we go.  Have you ever received stitches before, Miss Bloom?”

“No sir.”

“Think of it as me putting this beautiful masterpiece of a face back together,” he joked, causing Aberdeen and Jason to laugh.  William still wasn’t laughing, and Jason took notice.  

“You’re great, Doctor Behari,” Aberdeen giggled.  “I’m gonna get a scar like a real hockey player now.”

“Ahhhhh, so you guys are hockey players, huh?” he gestured towards Jason and William.  “I’ve stitched up a bad hockey injury once or twice in my day.”

Dr. Behari continued with what he needed to do, cleaning up the wound and making sure everything was well and prepped for the stitches.  The second he picked up the needle filled with lidocaine though, to numb the area so Aberdeen wouldn’t feel the stitches as much, William became more visibly upset.  For the last two hours he looked like he was about to cry, and now he just looked extremely pained, distressed at the thought of what Aberdeen had to go through.

It took Jason intervening for William to stop thinking over and over about when the glass met Aberdeen’s head; the look in her eyes and the blood on her face as she tried to stop the bleeding with her hand.  “Will, can you breathe for me?” he mumbled, Aberdeen and Dr. Behari too deep in a conversation to hear them.

William started shaking his head.  “He needs to be arrested.  He needs to be charged with assault.  We need to find him,” his voice was still trembling.  

“Will, we’re not gonna find him.  He ran off,” Jason tried to reason with him.  “There aren’t even any cameras we can check – the manager said.  We just have to let it go.”

“No.  That’s not good enough,” William was persistent.  “We need to—”

“Listen to me,” Jason said in a low voice, grabbing William’s forearm and turning him away from Aberdeen and the doctor.  They stood right in between the hallway and the curtain sectioning off the room.  “I understand this is personal for you because it’s Aberdeen, but you need to be level-headed right now, because as much as the doctor is making her laugh, she’s gonna see the stitches and probably get scared.  And she’s going to be looking at you to help calm her down and tell her it will be alright.”

William stopped breathing during the first part of Jason’s sentence.  He furrowed his brows, trying to brush it off, and brush off what Jason was implying.  “I don’t know what you mean about this being personal for me—”

“Will, come on,” Jason interrupted him.  “I’m too old to be fucked with.  We all see the way that you look at her and we know you have the biggest crush imaginable on her.  It’s not like it’s a fucking secret.”

“H—How do I look at her?”

“She’s the only person you ever see, Will,” Jason deadpanned.  “But…beyond that.  You have to remember Brendan’s gonna be asking questions tomorrow at the office.  I’ll handle a majority of that but he’s going to want the story from you too and you better be on your best behaviour or else he’ll figure out your little crush and Aberdeen will be fucked.  Do you understand?”

William couldn’t look Jason in the eye anymore.  He bit down on his bottom lip nervously, knowing that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.  “I think he already knows…” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I think…Brendan already knows about the crush.  At the Christmas party out on the ice I guess he caught me looking and he told me she can’t do anything with me until she leaves, and more importantly, I can’t do anything with her.”

Jason looked like he’d seen a ghost.  “And?”

“And what?”

“Are you doing anything with her?”

Here it was.  William’s first opportunity to lie outright to a teammate, a friend, a colleague, a guy that he looked up to immensely.  Aberdeen had had to do it with Siena, now he’d have to do it with Jason.  His girlfriend was a mere fifteen feet away and he had to deny that anything was going on.  “What?!  Of course not!” he said angrily.  

“William I swear to fucking God—"

“Nothing is happening,” he stressed.  “Jesus, Jason.  How awful do you think I am?  I wouldn’t do something like that to her.”

“Don’t fuck with me Willy.  She’s got too bright a future for you to—”

“I know that,” William stressed.  “I.  Know.  That.  That’s why nothing has happened.  That’s why it’s stayed a crush.”

“You promise me right here, right now, in the middle of this hospital while she’s getting stitches, that there’s nothing going on between you two, or so help me God, Willy—”

“There’s nothing going on between us,” William said bluntly.  He saw Jason’s face relax slightly, meaning that he was buying it.  “I’ve got my crush and that’s it.  But there’s nothing going on between us.  Nothing.”

“Woohoo!  Boys!” Dr. Behari called out, interrupting their conversation.  “Miss Bloom wants to hold one of your big strong hands just in case she feels anything.  Any takers?”

Jason raised his eyebrows at William and gave him a look.  William gave Jason one last look before walked over, stood next to Aberdeen, and offered his hand.  She grabbed it without hesitation.

Jason watched.

***

February 22nd, 2020

“What in God’s name happened to your eye?” Brendan demanded as he got his first look at Aberdeen Saturday morning.  In the town car, Lou had already commented on it.  Now Brendan got to see it, bright and early in the morning before heading towards the office.

“It’s a long story,” Aberdeen mumbled.

“Well we’ve got a long drive to the office.”

She sighed.  She recounted the events of the previous night to Brendan, from Jason and William agreeing to stay back with her, to them going to dinner, to the rude men, to the bottle throwing.  Brendan looked more and more horrified as time went on, and especially angry when she got to the part with the rude men.  They were essentially targeting one of his players, one of his star players, with assault; instead, that assault ended up hurting his executive assistant.  And when she mentioned the no cameras and the clueless bartender, he got really angry, because there was nothing he could do either.  

“And so, here we are,” Aberdeen finished.  “I’m three days out from my 22nd birthday and one week out from my party and I have a giant scar on my face.”

Brendan could tell by her tone that she wasn’t necessarily upset about it, per se, but that she was more so a bit self-conscious about how it looked.  “It’s not that big,” he said, trying to not make it a big deal.  “The stitches will be out soon anyway.  You don’t want to see some of the scars I’ve gotten.  I mean…” he trailed off, pointing to the one on his top lip and the one on his chin, “yours won’t look as bad as these.  Won’t end up as bad as these either.”

“You don’t think so?”

Brendan shook his head.  “No chance.  It’s only three stitches.  Did you tell your parents?”

“Yeah, we FaceTimed so I could show them.  They don’t want me in bars past sundown now,” she giggled slightly.  “I’m going to have to go to my doctor before we leave for Tampa Bay to see if they can get taken out though.  By then it will have been four days.  The emergency room doctor said it should be okay by then.”

“I’ll call Noah and have him take a look at it once we get to the arena,” he said, referring to Dr. Noah Forman, the team’s head physician.  “I’ll call Jason and Will in, too.  To let me know what happened.”

Aberdeen nodded her head.  It was only logical to talk to them about it to.  William had been the one targeted, after all.  “Are you excited for tonight?” she asked, trying to change the subject.  

Brendan shrugged.  “Last time we faced Carolina it was an…interesting game,” he said.  “How much more interesting can it get?”

***

Aberdeen was absolutely horrified.  Just absolutely fucking horrified at what was transpiring in front of her very eyes.  A complete and utter collapse.  Something that couldn’t be real.  Something she didn’t want to be real.  Something that was affecting her more than she ever thought hockey would.  If Aberdeen thought that Penguins game on Tuesday was bad, this was a hundred times worse.  A thousand.  A million. A billion times worse.

The Leafs were losing to the Hurricanes.  6-3.  And who was in net for the Carolina Hurricanes?  Their emergency backup goalie, who was, somehow, also the Toronto Marlies’ Zamboni driver.  Yes.  The Toronto Maple Leafs were losing to a Zamboni driver.  Their own Zamboni driver.

She wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  

Brendan had already left the box.  He’d asked her not to follow him.  That made her incredibly nervous, because usually when he was upset or disappointed about games, she was still following him like a little puppy.  That wasn’t the case now; he clearly wanted to be alone and alone he would be, wherever he happened to be.  

When the final buzzer rang, Aberdeen felt her heart rate go up even more, because it now meant that she did have to go find him.  She didn’t want to be in the locker room right now.  The team needed to be with their coach, and she didn’t exactly want to hear whatever was going to go down in there.  She wanted to remain willfully ignorant.  So instead, she began walking towards the offices, where a part of her knew Brendan would be.

She was quiet as she walked down the hallway and towards her desk.  She saw Brendan’s door almost closed, and knew he was inside his office.  She gathered her things, grabbed her jacket, and took a deep breath.  

She knocked lightly on his office door.  “Come in,” she heard him say absent-mindedly.  

She pushed the door open slowly.  When she revealed herself in the doorway, Brendan’s eyebrows rose slightly.  He was surprised she’d come and find him.  But he didn’t want her to know that.  Most other personal assistants he’d had usually let him be when he did something like this.  But Aberdeen was different.  “Oh, there you are,” he said, his voice low as he cleared his throat.  There were a few moments of silence as he thought of something to say.  “We need to go over the, uh…the proofs for the St. Pats jerseys,” he held out his hand.

Aberdeen was nervous.  He was a bit too calm for her liking, considering what had just happened.  She knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it exactly, but still.  “Okay.  Um, yeah, sure.  I have it right here,” she said as she began digging through her bag with all the files in it.  There were so many to sort through, and she knew she was taking a while.  

“By all means, move at a glacial pace.  You know how that thrills me,” Brendan said.

She pulled the proofs out of her bag and handed them to him.  He took them, a bit dramatically she thought, and opened them up.  “Okay, so…they’re done.  They can be sent,” he said dismissively, putting his signature at the bottom of every page of proofs.

Aberdeen was shocked, slightly.  There was so much back and forth on them because they had to be perfect and now he’d just signed off on them?  “They…they’re done?  So I don’t need to bring them back to the artist and fetch them back tomorrow?” she began to pull out her iPad so she could change her schedule.  

“Well, if you think the team is worthy of even wearing these jerseys and want to convince me to not just scrap the whole damn idea…then yes, fetch away.  You’re very fetching, so go fetch,” he grumbled out with a resolute emotion of nothingness in his voice.  

Aberdeen stopped her movements.  Okay, so he was affected by what had just happened.  And he was going to let it all out now, in front of her, with no-one else around.  No Kyle.  No Sheldon.  No team.  Nobody but her.  As she continued to stare at him, he couldn’t look her in the eye; he was looking everywhere in his office but her, even though she stood right across his desk from him.  “You’ll need to contact PR, um…Leslie, to see what she can do to minimize the press on all this,” he continued, pursing his lips together, looking out into a void.  “Another humiliating loss splashed across the Toronto Sun.  I can just imagine what they’re going to write about us.  The Toronto Maple Leafs lose to a Zamboni driver who works for them.  The most embarrassing loss yet, and it’s under my watch.  Every newspaper in this city should cut me a check for all the papers I sell for them.”  He shook his head, pausing for a few moments to collect himself, and finally looked at Aberdeen.  “Anyway, I don’t…I don’t really care what anybody writes about me.  But the team.  I just…the team.  It’s just another disappointment…another let down.  Another bad game.  Horrible game.”

Aberdeen didn’t know what to say.  She knew this was Brendan’s version of spilling his guts out to her.  This loss had taken its toll on him – was going to take its toll on everyone in the organization, and he was the guy heading the entire operation.  It all fell on his shoulders.  And Kyle’s.  But he was the overseer of it all.  He put the brunt of the blame on himself – not on the players or the general manager.  “Anyway, the point is…the point is…” he cleared his throat.  Aberdeen could see him visually recollect himself.  “The point is, we really need to get these proofs sent first thing tomorrow morning, because I’d like to see the jerseys before they get sent to the players.”

It was weird to Aberdeen how he could just switch like that – from experiencing the lowest of the low to going back to normal again.  She wondered if it was a hockey thing, because Willy did it too – he would be upset after losses, especially bad ones, but it would quickly become dirt off his shoulder.  She held on to her emotions and feelings much longer than them.  “I’m so sorry, Brendan,” she offered.  She knew there was nothing else she could say to him.  “If you want me to cancel your morning tomorrow, I can.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.  Why would we do that?” he asked.

Aberdeen offered a tight-lipped smile.  “Is there anything else I can do?” she asked.

Brendan nodded quickly.  “Your job.”

***

Aberdeen called Siena the moment she was out of the office and walking home.  She’d been okayed to go home by Brendan.  She’d texted Will, but he wasn’t answering, so God knows what was going on in the locker room right now.  She didn’t want to stay at Scotiabank Arena for that very reason.  She just knew it was too much for her to handle.  

She knew it was too much because she was already crying.  Silent tears, but tears nonetheless.  She prayed to God that Siena picked up.

“Hey,” Aberdeen finally heard her voice.  “What’s up?”

“Siena…” Aberdeen’s voice was shaky.  “Siena did you watch the game?”

“No, why?  What’s wrong?”

Aberdeen sniffled.  “I never thought I’d be crying about sports but here I am crying about the Leafs!” she blubbered out.

“Why?  What happened?”

“We just had the most God awful game,” Aberdeen huffed out.  “We lost to our own Zamboni driver.”

There was a pause on Siena’s end.  “Aberdeen, are you drunk?”

“NO!!!” she exclaimed.  “Go check the highlights or whatever.  Go turn on TSN.  It was humiliating.  We’re going to get absolutely roasted.  It’s going to be so bad and—”

“Aberdeen—Aberdeen you need to calm down,” Siena urged on the other end of the phone.  “It’s not your fault, Aberdeen.  And it’s not your problem.  Why are you so upset about it?  It’s not like you’re a part of the team.”

Aberdeen felt a punch to her heart at Siena’s words.  But she was.  Everyone had told her that she was – Brendan, Kyle, the guys, everyone – and she had no reason to think otherwise.  It was hammered into her since the beginning.  For all intents and purposes, she was a member of the team, which is why it hurt her so badly.  Siena didn’t understand that.  Siena didn’t understand how all the traveling together made them closer; how all the guys looked out for her – not in a patronizing way, just…in their own way – like they were her older brothers, especially after what happened at Christmas; how the word family was tossed around so often that Aberdeen really felt that this was a family in its own way, with a bunch of moving parts, often dysfunctional, but a family nonetheless.  Siena didn’t understand any of it.  “Yes I am,” Aberdeen said meekly, offering nothing.  She couldn’t put into words what she’d just thought, and even if she could, Siena, with all her smarts, wouldn’t understand them.  “I am a part of the team.”

“Just sleep on it, alright?  I’m sure everybody is going to forget about it by tomorrow morning,” Siena offered, showing truly just how much she didn’t understand.  “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

At that exact moment, a car pulled up on the curb alongside Aberdeen.  When she looked over, she saw William in the driver’s seat.  He was already looking at her.  “Okay, bye,” she ended the call abruptly, stuffing her phone into her coat pocket before approaching and opening the door, slipping into the passenger’s seat easily.

When Aberdeen looked over at William, he immediately noticed her red eyes.  His heart tightened in his chest.  “Why are you crying, minskatt?” he asked.

“How could you not be?” she asked back.

He leaned over the centre console to kiss her.  “Please stop, minskatt.  I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“I don’t know what to feel – what to do – I don’t know what to say to you to make you feel better about this,” she lamented.

“Shhhh shhh shhh,” William kissed her again, bringing his of his hands up to cup her face.  “You don’t need to say anything.”

“Don’t I?”

William shook his head slightly.  “You’re here, aren’t you?” he asked, as if that was enough.  As if that’s all he needed, when really, Aberdeen knew he’d need so much more.  That she would need so much more.  “D’you want to come back to my place?”

Aberdeen looked William in the eye.  He wasn’t asking politely.  He was begging.  She nodded.  “Okay.”

***

Aberdeen was getting scared at how good she was getting at lying.  She’d made up a stupid story about needing to stay late at the arena again for the trade deadline so Kasha would go to bed and not wait up for her.  Kasha bought it.  Aberdeen didn’t even know if she was staying at William’s tonight or if she’d walk into her apartment at three o’clock in the morning again, for the second time in two days.  

(As if William would bring her to his apartment and then tell her to leave in the middle of the night.)

He took her to a tall, glass condo building, only about a ten minute walk from hers but closer to the south core that made him possible to practically walk to all the games if he wanted to.  He held her hand firmly in his once they got out of the car and walked through the parking garage, getting on the elevator.  William pushed the button for one of the top floors.  Of course he’d have a penthouse.  

Aberdeen was still too caught up in her own emotions to realize how big this was – every other encounter had been at her place, and now she was finally seeing his space.  When he opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised at what she was greeted with.  She knew it was rented, and so she half expected it to be kind of dull with no personality, but that wasn’t the case.  There were touches of William everywhere in the apartment – the slight, boyish messiness just adding to it.  Expensive shoes scattered at the entryway.  A few plants that weren’t dead, so she figured they were fake.  A giant, comfy looking couch in the main area with a massive TV that was hooked up to every gaming console known to man.  And pictures.  Lots and lots and lots of pictures everywhere.  All of his family.

She could tell that there was a spare bedroom on one side of the apartment, and she saw a door leading to the master.  William put his keys in the bowl in the middle of the kitchen island, watching her as she looked around his apartment.  “So what do you think?” he asked.

“Do you miss your family on nights like this?  When it’s a really bad game and really embarrassing?” Aberdeen asked, staring at a picture he had of him and him sisters together, holding them all in a giant bear hug as their smiles stretched from ear to ear.

The question caught him completely off guard.  “Of course I do.  I miss them all the time,” he said.

“What do you do on nights like tonight?”

“I sit on my couch and watch TV until I’m not thinking about it anymore,” William admitted.  “Lately I’ve really been meaning to do it with my girlfriend.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but smile.  Even after a night like tonight, he was still flirting with her.  “Do you have a change of clothes?”

They went into his bedroom – bed messy, but huge; closet overflowing, but orderly; giant floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the other skyscrapers around them – and she changed into a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt that looked Supreme-branded but instead said ‘spaghetti’.  It smelled like him, thoroughly, and the second she put it on she felt like she was being hugged, even though it was about six sizes too big.  They changed together, and when they were done, they made their way back to the living room and William turned on the TV, pulling her towards the big couch.  He made her sit down first before kneeling down between her legs, resting his head on her stomach just beneath her breasts before wrapping his arms around her.  

It was calm.  It was nice.  It was mindless.  William was mindless as he laid there, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend in his clothes, watching TV but not really watching TV.  Aberdeen was mindless as she laid there, running her fingers through William’s hair soothingly, watching TV but not really watching TV.  It was a while before Aberdeen decided to speak again.  “You know, it’s not healthy to not talk about it,” she said.  

She felt William sigh.  “You know I’m not good with words, minskatt.”

“Oh, I think that’s a lie.  You’re great with words,” she said.

“No I’m not.”

“William, every author in the English language wishes they came up with the words, ‘I think about you when I’m not even thinking’, including me,” she countered.

William couldn’t help but smile.  “Those words are only for you,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “but can you please give me some other words so I know that you’re okay?  Because I’m worried.”

The fact that he was making her worried made him compelled to talk.  That was the last thing he wanted.  “I just…I just know that we’re never going to hear the end of it.  And I hate that.  I hate that it’s gonna be the big joke now.  Because hockey isn’t a joke to me.  Neither is the Leafs.”  He paused and Aberdeen was silent, and he knew that silence was urging him to continue.  “It happened because…it happened because they rallied around their goalie.  They protected him.  They had his back.  And we didn’t.  We just…we didn’t.  And I hate it when we do that.  Because I have…I have every guy in that locker room’s back.  I do.  But sometimes it just…” he sighed, shaking his head.  “Sometimes it just doesn’t work out how I want it to.”

Aberdeen had continued to run her fingers through his hair.  She nodded at the end of his speech.  “I’m not going to pretend that I know what it feels like, because I don’t,” she said.  “I haven’t been a fan of hockey and I don’t understand it like you do but I know how much a game like this can affect the group, especially with the media in this city.  But I got emotional about it because I know how much it affects you.  Even if you won’t tell me about it.”

“I don’t mean to not tell you,” William said.  “I just…” he paused again, thinking if he should even say anything.  “It’s that besides my dad and brother, nobody’s ever really…you know, listened.  So I just stopped talking.”

Aberdeen’s heart broke.  At that point, she stopped running her fingers through his hair and forced him to sit up, even though her legs were still wrapped around him, so she could look him in the eye.  She thought about Mike Babcock and what he’d done to Will.  She thought about all the other hockey coaches he had and wondered if they were just as bad.  “Willy…” she said softly, running her thumb along his jawline and lips.  “Willy, I want you to talk to me more.  About hockey.  About your family.  About your feelings.  About everything.  Please.  Please.”

William nodded.  He understood completely what she was asking him to do, and he was going to make a concerted effort to do so, because he loved her.  He loved her so much and he didn’t want to see her worrying about him.  “I will, minskatt.  I will, for you,” he said, kissing her quickly.  He shifted them so she was straddling his body.  “I just have to get used to somebody listening.”

“Willy, I’m always going to listen to you.  Don’t forget that, okay?” she asked, cradling his face in her hands.

He nodded, quickly kissing her again.  The words were coming now, and he couldn’t stop them.  Aberdeen had that power over him.  “What happened the other night at the bar was my fault,” he said.

“What?” Aberdeen’s eyes bulged out of her head dramatically.  “Willy, that was not your fault at all—”

“Yes it was—”

“No it wasn’t—”

“Yes, yes it was,” he said sternly.  “And I couldn’t take it.  I was so mad, minskatt.  I was shaking.  I wasn’t able to stop it or to protect you or—”

“Willy—Willy, stop.  Willy, it wasn’t your fault at all,” she repeated.  “Those stupid guys were drunk.”

“But they were aiming for me.  They hated me.  I wish that glass would’ve hit me instead,” he said, bringing his hand up to her scar and touching it lightly.

“Don’t you dare say something like that.  It was a freak accident, Willy.  There was nothing either of us could do,” she said, hoping he would soon realize it.

William paused for a moment.  “You’d talk to me too, right?  Like you want me to talk to you?” he asked.  Aberdeen nodded her head confidently.  “Were you scared that night?”

Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders.  “Just a little bit.  But you were there.  And Jason.  And when I realized that, I wasn’t so scared anymore.  I’ve been scared before in my life much worse and with less blood.”

William nodded.  “Are you listening?”

“Yes…”

“I love you.”

Aberdeen smiled.  “I love you too.”

They began kissing.  Lightly, at first, and then Aberdeen couldn’t help but stick her tongue down his throat, and William couldn’t help but squeeze at the flesh of her thighs.  As they made out like teenagers on his couch, Aberdeen placed her hands over his and guided them to her ass.  

William giggled slightly into the kiss.  “Aberdeen…” he said in a playfully accusing tone.

“I only want to remember feeling your hands there instead,” she mumbled against his lips.  

William froze.  Suddenly and all at once, her words hit him like shards of glass, cutting him to his very core.  “I’ve been scared before in my life much worse and with less blood.”  Ethan.  She still thought about what happened with Ethan – she still thought about it and it affected her and it made her scared, something she hadn’t admitted to before.  William felt like killing Ethan all over again right then and there, with Aberdeen sitting on his lap.  What affected her wasn’t a physical wound; what affected her was something much deeper.

“Listen to me,” he said, his hand cradling her chin, thumb gliding over her lips softly as she’d done to him earlier.  “Nobody is going to do that to you again, okay?  Not while I’m here.”  

Aberdeen nodded her head.  She believed him completely.

“I mean it, Aberdeen,” he pressed.

“I know.”

“If I ever saw him on the street, I’d fucking kill him for what he did to you.  For how he made you feel.  And I want you to know that, like…you’re not what happened to you.  You’re so much more.  He was a pig who couldn’t see that but I can,” William said.

Aberdeen almost burst out into tears at his words.  You’re not what happened to you.  You’re so much more.  She could have cried right then and there.  But instead, she nodded her head before kissing William again, even more eager this time, wanting to show him just how much she appreciated him, just how much she believed him, just how much she loved him.

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Napule Nights - trentacinque

We were veeery thirsty for the boy, so Elana helped me loads with this, it’s also been one that we planned ages ago! Thanks for being patient with me, this is another smutty one x

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There was no escaping his knowing glance as Jade sat down opposite Miles, his smile bright and excited and reaching from one ear to the other. The questioning look he'd given Turner when they'd gotten to the office had been enough for her to know precisely what the source of his excitement was now, but she was still trying to make sense of the meeting, contemplating what she should do, if she should ask Alexander to let her talk to Serena, but the satisfaction that his face, the darkness in his eyes when he'd shut down the man disrespecting her, had instilled in her was something she didn't care to give up, had rather enjoyed the attention she'd received, felt content knowing that everyone was now aware that despite it all, Alexander had her back.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Helders at a close distance, glancing over to their table every now and then, his eyes scanning the café terrace that Kane had selected for their lunch, a cigarette between his lips before he'd even properly gotten comfortable and he followed the look in her eyes, momentarily distracted from his smug smile, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Ya dun't trust Maffew?” He asked.

Jade swallowed, licking her lips, her eyes snapping back at his as he turned to watch her questioningly. “That's not it” she shrugged, leaning back comfortably in her chair, then picking up the menu, brushing back her hair and adjusting the stone on her chest.

The smirk returned and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Bella” he drawled lazily. “Believe it or not but I fink Al wants teh make sure tha' you're safe.”

She raised an eyebrow back at him, tilting her head to the side. “It's not like I wasn't safe with Cook, it wasn't his fault.”

Miles' eyes widened. “Oh, I kno', bella, I kno'” he said quickly, waving it off and shifting in his seat, his eyes flickering to Helders again before landing back on hers. “But 'e ain't 'ere for meh. It's got nofin' teh do wif Jameh eifer. Matt's Al's 'ead of securiteh, 'e's the best” he shrugged, then adding with a smirk, “I kno' I feel vereh safe.”

Jade rolled her eyes at Kane wiggling his eyebrows and flexing his bicep demonstratively with a discreet nod gesturing towards Helders, suppressing the smile that was threatening to take over her lips. “Whatever you say, Kane.”

He flashed her another smirk, then waved his hand for the waiter, ordering a gin tonic before getting comfortable in his seat again and finishing his cigarette, only raising his eyebrows in confusion at her when she ordered a double espresso. “Aren't ya drinkin' wif meh?”

She shook her head slowly as her eyes wandered down the list of dishes, before agreeing to share a sea food platter with Kane and the waiter stepped away. “No” she said. “I do like to keep my head clear.”

Kane chuckled, licking his lips. “I realleh am not surprised Al likes ya” he grinned.

“Speaking of” Jade sighed, taking a breath. “Did Alexander talk to you about … Mancini?”

His eyebrows rose once again and he shifted in his seat, leaning over the table and towards her with his elbows on the edge. “Wha', 'cause 'e sent out two men durin' the meetin'?”

Jade nodded. “Yeah, did you talk about what he was going to do if I give a name?”

Kane's eyes darkened visibly, his throat straining as he swallowed. “Bella, tha' fookin' bastard put 'is 'ands on ya” he said, nodding to the bruises on her neck. “D'ya fink Al out of all people's gunna joost let 'im get aweh wif tha'?”

She sighed, shrugging. “I just didn't want to make things more complicated for him, it must've been enough of an inconvenience to even take me out of there.” It wasn't that she minded, or thought she wasn't worth it, it was that it definitely had been counterproductive for Alexander in terms of his business, and she hated that the job had ultimately defeated its purpose, while seeking to improve the situation, she'd only complicated it.

“This ain't the first time tha' Alfonso took it a step too far” Kane explained, his eyes lighting up when their drinks arrived and he sighed contently after the first sip of his, focusing his eyes back on Jade and licking his lips. “But if Al gets 'old of Mancini again, 'e won't let 'im go. And 'e's gunna make sure 'e regrets ever touchin' ya.”

She nodded slowly, content with the fact that Mancini was going to pay, unconcerned with how far Turner would take it after what she'd been through because of Alfonso and his right hand man.

“Jade, bella” Kane said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Sumfin's up, reyht?” He asked.

She thought carefully about her words before she allowed for them to leave her lips. It wasn't like she didn't usually pose questions left and right, and sometimes just to frustrate Helders and Cook, but when it came to asking about her own future actions, it gnawed at her pride, even with Kane, even though she liked talking to him and knew that if she was going to ask anyone, it was going to be him. “Do you think I should talk to Serena?”

He waved it off instantly, shaking his head. “Nofin you say's gunna change wha' sheh finks. Sheh's protective of Al, tha's all.” He took another sip from the icy glass in front of him. “Took 'er long enough teh accept tha' I were so close teh the boy.”  

Jade pursed her lips, nodding slowly. “Right” she said. “It's not that I care what she thinks about me but like I said, I want things to be as easy as possible for him, and having to justify his every move to her and … his father even, it's … it's doing the exact opposite.”

“Are ya worried 'e's gunna get tired of it?” The look in his eyes was pointed, his question direct and provocative.

“Am I-...” She paused, biting her lip, Kane cutting in before she could continue.

“Ya dun't 'ave teh beh” he stated confidently. “I fink Al's made it pretteh clear 'ow 'e's going teh go about this, and 'e's got your back and once ya kno' tha', you dun't 'ave teh worreh 'bout a fing, bella. There is nobodeh tha' ya can rely on more, nobodeh tha's more loyal than Al.”

Despite everything she already knew about Turner, his words came as a surprise to her, the confidence they carried, and that he didn't only mean them applying to himself, but to her as well, a smile playing around her lips before she knew and it set Kane off instantly, making him cackle and wiggle in his seat, his excitement only prevailing when their food was set down between them.

“Jade, let me ask you sumfin' now” he drawled, sprinkling some lemon onto the fried squid in front of him.

Her chewing slowed and she looked back at him curiously, tilting her head to the side as a sign for him to continue, confused as to what he would ask her in such a formal manner.

“Reyht” he said, sighing. “Sum of me girls at me club was tellin' meh 'ow sum pricks misbe'aved 'n tha'. Got realleh fookin' disrespectful, touchin' them and callin' them names when they told 'em tha' they'd onleh dance and nofin' else, y'know?”

Jade swallowed, nodding understandingly. “We used to get that” she said. “Some men always think that they can just take whatever they want” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Wha'd ya do?” Miles asked hopefully. “I dun't 'ave cameras in the individual rooms because it's realleh nobodeh's business who goes in there, but the main prioriteh's for me girls teh feel and beh safe.”

“We had one incident where one cretino tried to … have his way with me and I happened to be on the phone accidentally with Lana, so she came in and we kicked that bastard's ass.”

Miles' jaw locked. “By arse I 'ope ya mean ya kicked his fookin' balls in.”

Jade smirked, licking her lips. “You bet your own balls we did, Kane.” She took a sip of coffee. “We didn't have cameras either, but what we did after was wire up all the girls to be connected to each other and security. Anyone went too far in one of the rooms, everyone was on alert and could help.”

He nodded again, reaching into his pocket to take another cigarette from his pack, lifting his eyebrows as if to ask her permission but she waved it off, had gotten used to people smoking and smoking herself even during meals. “Might look inteh tha'” he said. “Weren't gunna bofer Al wif evrehfin' goin' on.”

“Well” she smiled, nodding. “Anything to shut down that kind of disrespect.”

When they arrived back at the headquarters, Helders told Jade to stay in the car while Kane was getting out, turning back then to kiss Jade's cheeks. “Fanks for lettin' meh take ya out” he said, cackling. “And dun't worreh yehr pretteh fookin' 'ead 'bout anehfin'.”

She looked questioningly to Helders as they were back on the road, now undoubtedly heading to Turner's apartment, and he had no explanation to offer, not that this was unusual, it was now in the late afternoon, he maybe was already done with his work and wanted to see her and if she was honest, she ached to be close to him, had to reassure herself that what Kane had told her really did apply to her as well, but all those thoughts that had occupied her all morning went up in smoke when she stepped into the apartment, her breath stolen right from her throat by just what she saw.

The whole place was in its usual immaculate state, except for a number of boxes on the ground by the door that trailed all the way past the kitchen and the piano down a hallway she had not yet explored, and she recognised the boxes, the writing on them as her own, as such that she'd filled when in a rush having moved mostly her clothing from her own apartment into the suite at the headquarters.

She could hear water running in the bathroom, tilting her head as she stepped further inside, the slow steps of her heels clicking on the floor. Her heart was racing and she brushed her hair back, swallowing. Not only was there evidence of her own personal wardrobe at his place, but when she took a closer look, she could make out multiple pieces scattered that had blended into the apartment's decor that had evidently not been part of it before, there was a black and white print of the Cinema Paradiso cover, framed on the other side of the room, tasteful and looking as if it'd been there all along, a lamp on one of the bedside tables that resembled scarily that which she had looked at before and after sleep for years at her own place, and when she stepped further into the apartment, she spotted a white, ornated dressing table, that she was certain was her very own that she had out of uncertainty of the future had not even taken to the suite at the headquarters.

“Jade.”

She spun around on her heels, found her eyes staring right into the soft brown determination that were Turner's, coming closer with every step. His shirt was unbuttoned for the most part, the sleeves rolled up, and he smelled heavenly of his spicy cologne and a salty aftershave, and she was almost distracted, but when she realised it really was one of her dresses peeking out from one of the boxes on the ground, she snapped right out of it. “Turner, what on Earth-...”

He clicked his tongue, giving a shake of his head, now ultimately closing the space between them, his hand coming down on her hip. “Dun't call meh tha'.”

She raised her eyebrows, had gotten away with saying it when she had him weak for her, but it was evident that he was very much in control of himself now, his round eyes wide and watchful, but she demanded an explanation, stared back at him and standing her ground even when her body unwillingly curved into his, his fingers caressing the small of her back, his touches so light that despite everything, they made her crave more.

“Yeh're gunna stay wif meh from now on.”

She swallowed, of course she'd suspected it, the evidence to support his statement was all around her, but her knees grew weak when he said the words out loud, her head spinning. What had she gotten herself into?

“Why?”

He pursed his lips, blinking away the confusion in his eyes and replacing it with a sense of certainty she'd seldom seen even on his face. “Yeh dun't like bein' 'ere?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I-I do” she said quickly, instantly fearing he would mistake her scepticism and challenge for something that it was not. But surely he couldn't be this certain, not after everything. “But this is not about what I like, is it?”

His brows furrowed and he drew her closer, his grip tightening on her hip. “I need yeh teh beh safe.”

She bit her lip. “The headquarters are safe.”

“No” he said, shaking his head. “Not as safe as me apartment.”

She was reluctant to respond now, to challenge him because she couldn't make sense of it all, had nothing to give him but hesitant questions delivered as confident ones, she was truly and surely overwhelmed. “Alexander...” Everything within her head was telling her to not just let him make this decision over her head, but there was nothing threatening in his eyes.

Alex had thought long and hard and ever since she'd been back in his arms about how to make sure she was safe, had then the moment he'd sent Helders off with her decided that that was not enough, that he would hate himself for not doing everything he possibly could to ensure she was as safe as him, but she beat him to it before he could elaborate.

“You can't just make a decision like this without me” she stated, biting her lip.

His eyes drank her in, every inch of her face, a growing desire within him pushing him to do whatever he could to prove that she was his. “Yes, I can.” His words didn't sound as steady and as confident as he liked, they were more reassuring to himself, proving something to himself than to her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Just so I can be safe?” She questioned sceptically.

Before he could even nod, she fired another.

“Or is it just for easy access?”

His eyes darkened. “Jade...”

“What?”

“Dun't make meh beh sappeh. Yeh kno' I want yeh, Jade, the quicker yeh say yes, the quicker weh can celebrate.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Celebrate?” She asked.

A dark smile played around his lips, the look in his eyes increasing in intensity. “Gunna fook yeh so good yeh won't want teh leave.”

She felt her insides tingle, desperately trying to maintain her composure. “I swear this is all because you just want me naked all the time.”

He sighed, not allowing himself to hope that she was caving yet, but he couldn't help himself. “It is a huge fookin' advantage.”

She pressed her lips together, struggled to divert her gaze, he was too captivating, too beautiful. “You told me I should say yes, does that mean I do have a choice?”

He swallowed, refusing to acknowledge the lack of his own logic. “I want yeh 'ere” he drawled. “Yeh'll beh safe wif meh and nofin's gunna 'appen teh yeh.” He was now growing more and more worried that maybe she really didn't want this, desperate to coax her into letting him get away with it. “Yeh're gunna 'ave evrehfin' yeh want. I kno' yeh like feelin' important, people knowin' tha' yeh're mine, people lookin' at yeh by me side. I kno' yeh like bein' mine.”

Her resistance was crumbling, her body pressed closer to his. “W-What makes you so sure that I want this, Turner?”

He almost flinched this time, gripping her body tighter. “Dun't call meh tha'” he said, his fingers twitching, then moving from her back and slowly wrapping around her throat, before he could stop himself and reconsider the risk of the motion, he saw her eyes flutter shut, her whole body relaxing with relief. “Wha' do yeh want?” He coaxed, ignoring the slight shake of her head. “Mm?” He was playing right into the desire he knew she had for him always, desperate to see it unfold.

She once again tried to shake her head, refusing to give up without a fight, no matter how much she wanted him, how much she craved for him to touch her, demonstrate just how much power he had over her.

“Talk teh meh, pupa” he said, licking his lips, his thumb digging into her skin beneath her chin, a slight squeeze of his fingers forcing her eyes open, his heart skipping a beat when they met his. “I kno' wha' yeh want, yeh onleh 'ave teh ask.”

She breathed out shakily, her eyes staying locked on his. “If you're so sure what I want then why don't you just give it to me?”

He was desperate to put her in her place, to dominate her, but he needed to know that she really wanted him, that it was as much her decision as it was his. “D'yeh wanna kno' wha' I fink, pupa?”

She swallowed, yet somehow found it in herself to remain stubborn. “Mmm, let's hear it, Turner.”

His jaw locked and he tried to compose himself, tightening his fingers around her throat momentarily. “I fink yeh want teh stay 'ere wif meh.” His eyes darkened. “I fink yeh're sick of bein' at the 'eadquarters, kept aweh from evrehfin', I fink yeh want teh beh wif meh.” It was an assumption he knew was correct, but getting her to admit that was a whole different story. “'s why yeh came wif meh tha' night, innit? Got yehrself in trouble and didn't mind gettin' inteh me car.”

She swallowed, parting her lips as he pressed his forehead to hers, stroking his fingers soothingly over her throat, a sharp contrast to the darkness in his eyes, the possessiveness he radiated.

“D'yeh kno' wha' else I fink?”

“What?” She asked, trying to keep up the act of indifference.

“I fink yeh're wet for meh. Reyht now.”

“Alexander...”

He hummed with satisfaction, staring her down, had flipped the situation on her so easily, and it turned her on as much as she despised it. “Tha's reyht...” he drawled cockily. “I also fink yeh want meh teh take yeh reyht 'ere. Ain't tha' reyht, luv?”

She tried to lift her head up higher, but he had his grip locked on her and insisted on a response.

“Tell meh I'm wrong and I'll stop.”  

She had no desire to tell him to stop, couldn't find it in herself to tell him he wasn't right, because he was.

“If yeh dun't tell meh teh stop, pupa, I'll give yeh me worst.” He was watching her closely, could feel her body trembling beneath his grip, she was completely at his mercy, struggling to regain some dominance but she loved the way he broke her down like no one else ever had. “I'm gunna fook yeh so 'ard, principessa, not gunna beh fookin' gentle wif yeh.”

Her jaw was tense as she tried to resist him, pressing her lips together, desperate to fuel the fire until he snapped. “I can handle you, Turner.”

Without a warning, he backed her up against the wall, forced his hand between her legs and felt the instant pool of wetness, tearing her thong to the side and pushing his fingers deep inside her, anything to elicit a reaction, anything to hear her desperate whimper, feeling her fingers grip on tightly to his shoulder. “Yehhh, tha's wha' I thought...” He drawled with a deep sense of satisfaction washing over him, his forehead still pressed to hers, staring her down intensely with the darkness of his eyes, squeezing her neck when he felt her try and push her head forward, to bring their faces closer together, but he knew a kiss would bring him to his knees. “No, no, pupa” he drawled. “Tha's not 'ow it works...”

She knew he wasn't going to back down now, and she didn't want him to, reveling in the way his fingers stroked so tenderly, yet so demandingly at her walls and she was gagging for him to keep his promises, so she surrendered mindlessly, one last shot to stir him towards what she wanted. “Ruin me, Alexander.”

He chuckled darkly, suppressed the loud moan, the way he got harder from just her plea, forcing his fingers deeper, slowly, curling them forcefully inside her. “Why dun't yeh admit I were right, pupa?”

She swallowed hard, could barely stand looking back into his dark eyes, her breath hitching in her throat when his fingers sped up inside her, stroking at her walls over and over again, each stroke making her wetter as he held her up with one hand between her legs and the other around her throat. “A-Alexander...”

“Dun't take yeh long once yeh finalleh surrender, does it, Jade? Yeh're so fookin' needeh, I kno' yeh want meh, doll but I want yeh teh tell meh...”

As much as she wanted him and despite having decided to let him take her, she still refused to give him the full satisfaction he craved, knowing that keeping him waiting, keeping him making demands would ultimately build his frustration, and he was going to let it all out on her so wonderfully, his fingers now coaxing her walls to squeeze around them, her nails digging into his shoulder, her other hand gripping his bicep tightly and she tried desperately to roll her hips against his, but he had no trouble holding her in place, the muscles in his arm straining, each stroke of his fingers heavenly, but she craved more, desperate and eager and she knew he wasn't giving her everything. “Please...” she whispered, looking back at him with wide eyes, the slow sensation between her legs building further and further, the stretch burning so gorgeously she could hardly contain herself.

“Shhh, Jade...” he drawled, his jaw stretching. “I'm gunna pleh wif yehr cunt until yeh're tryin' teh fook yehrself on me fingers properleh” he announced. “But I'm not gunna let yeh cum tonight unless yeh tell meh wha' I want t'ear...”

The determination in his eyes, the absolute concentration of authority and self-control on his features, the tension that took over every inch of him, coaxing the pleasure out of her in a way that nobody ever had, building her up and breaking her down effortlessly and she couldn't believe it was him, couldn't believe her luck, the look in her own eyes softening, she hated to deny him but it was beyond exciting, she could practically already taste her orgasm when he curled his fingers harshly inside her while pushing his thumb against her clit, drawing slow circles, the pace agonisingly slow, but she knew it would all be worth it, knew that she was in good hands, that he was everything she'd ever wanted. “F-Fuck, A-Alexander...” She whimpered. “I love you...”

He groaned, swallowing hard and he pressed his thumb down hard on her clit, curling his fingers inside her again and again to draw her over the edge as fast as he could, his own eyes wide, eager to watch her come undone, her words like magic, effortlessly making his whole body relax and lean towards her, his heart racing as he watched the sight unfolding in front of him, her hips shaking as she coated his fingers with her juices, gasped for air and gripped onto him tighter, her eyes rolling back into her head as her body shook. “Mmmmm, pupa...” he drawled. “I fookin' luv yeh.”

She was panting when she came down from her high, struggling for breath, her eyes widening when he used the opportunity of her lips parting to force his fingers inside her mouth, her walls fluttering around the emptiness he'd left, instantly desperate for more.

“Suck them clean for meh, principessa.”

She obeyed instantly, sucked greedily on his fingers, keeping her eyes on him, her tongue swirling around his fingers the way they would around his cock and she could feel him struggling to maintain his self-control.

“I'm gunna fook yeh so good, doll...” he muttered, humming appreciatively, reluctantly drawing his fingers from her sucking lips. “Get on the bed before I change me mind. Aneh position yeh want meh teh take yeh in.”

Her eyes lit up and she strode over to the bed as quick as she could once he let go of her, instantly desperate for him to touch her again as she swayed her hips, pulling her dress over her head before backing up on the bed, looking up at him with hooded eyes, spreading her legs slowly, could hardly get comfortable on the edge of the bed before he already stood over her.

He admired her body, not hesitant to pull her thong down her legs, then push her thighs apart again, his fingers sprawled out flat against the inside of them. “Fookin'ell...” he drawled, licking his lips.

“Please don't tease me...” she whispered, a sultry look on her face that she knew would swerve his self-control at least a little, pouting hopefully.

“Mmmmm, babeh...” he muttered. “The fact tha' I luv yeh dun't change tha' I'm gunna fookin' destroy yeh...”

She sucked in a breath, her chest rising. “Mmm, I'm counting on it...” she hummed, licking her lips seductively, her voice trailing off into a squeal when he stepped forward and started to unbuckle his belt slowly, not taking the time to take off his trousers but merely pulling out his cock, giving himself a few tugs as he watched her needily, his lower lip caught between his teeth and she whined when he pushed the tip of his cock to tease her folds, his grip tight on her inner thigh again before she could even think of pushing her hips forward.

“Relax for meh, Jade...” he drawled, drinking her in with his eyes, trying to compose himself, to drag out teasing her a little longer, desperate to see her grow more desperate for him, but he could hardly hold on any longer, his hips slowly pushing forward, the tip of his cock disappearing inside her and he reveled in the way her body tensed, how her walls fluttered around him, how her eyes widened as she silently begged him for more, whimpering needily.

“Mmmm, Jade, I can feel yehr cunt strugglin' teh take meh, why dun't yeh relax for meh?”

She breathed shakily, trying to follow his orders but it was impossible, the way his cock filled her so agonisingly slow had her whole body tense, her thighs shaking, the stretch of his cock too good to be true and he knew exactly what he was doing, teasing her out of her mind just to see her desperate, to get her to keep begging for more, her heart skipping a beat when he nudged his hips forward and sank all the way inside her.

“Mmmm...” he groaned, biting his lip. “D'yeh feel meh deep inside yeh, darlin'?”

“F-Fuck...” she whispered, the intensity slowly overwhelming her, her fingers fisting the sheets for leverage, her body shaking as she tried to keep her eyes on his, knowing it'd only have consequences if she didn't. She was desperate for him to move, holding her breath when he drew back his hips only to slam them right back inside her, groaning at the way she whimpered, his fingers stroking up and down her inner thigh to soothe her a sharp contrast to the way his cock throbbed inside her, took what was his, forced her down.

“Yeh're fookin' tremblin', doll, is it too mooch for yeh?”

“N-No, please...” she whispered needily, her eyes begging him as well as her lips. “Please...”

“Mmmm, I'm gunna make yeh cum soon, babeh girl, dun't yeh worreh...” He promised, slowly picking up the pace with his hips, drawing them back to then slam right back inside her, his grip on her thighs tightening with the way she squeezed him, desperate for him not to draw out of her, to leave her empty even if it was just for a second and he could hardly contain himself, was drawn in by the way she wanted him as hopelessly as he wanted her, over and over again and took it all in a way he never could have dreamt of, her enthusiasm and need unparalleled.

She didn't find it in herself to struggle now, swallowing hard as she tried to relax, but with the quick snapping of his hips, the way he fucked into her relentlessly, she couldn't help her body tensing, the friction his cock gave her, made her wetter with each stroke, pulsing and throbbing inside her had her desperate.

“D'yeh need meh teh slow down?” He teased, smirking at her moaning in protest when he did without waiting for an answer, chuckling at the way she tried to back up on him, but he held her in place, held her at his mercy. “Why are yeh shakin', Jade?”

She whimpered, pressing her lips together. “Please, Turner...” She whispered. “Please...”

“Oh, pupa...” he sighed, his cock slowly drawing out of her, the look of panic in her eyes causing him immense satisfaction. “Shouldn't 'ave called meh tha' again...”

She gasped. “A-Alexander, no...” she whispered. “I'm sorry...”

He shook his head, scratching at his jaw as he stepped back, nodding towards her. “Turn 'round for meh, pupa...”

She did instantly as he asked, the throbbing, wet emptiness between her legs unbearable and she stuck her ass up in the air, mewling needily when he without warning landed three quick smacks between her legs, forcing her body down on the bed with merely the momentary touch.

“I'm gunna fook yeh at me own pace, doll...” he drawled. “And if yeh cum before I allow yeh teh, yeh're gunna regret it.”

Before she could prepare herself, he was back inside her, his cock sliding all the way inside her, hands gripping her hips and he took a deep breath to hold on for a moment, squeezed his eyes shut, then diverted his gaze downwards, watching his cock disappear inside her over and over again, each time he pulled out, he was shiny with more of her arousal, already desperate to let go inside her and mark her inside as well as out, and he could tell she was close, yet didn't think of slowing down, burying his cock inside her over and over again, fucking inside her harder with each push of his hips.

“Dun't yeh dare cum reyht now, pupa, dun't yeh fookin' dare...”

She was struggling to breathe evenly, held on to the sheets desperately because with each stroke of his cock, he built her pleasure more, the snug fit of his cock had her reeling, her mind clouded with lust and she could think of nothing else but to let go around him, hungry for the pleasure to rip through her while he held her down and fucked her relentlessly, but she attempted to focus and hold on, but his thrusts were strategically placed to make her come undone and disobey him and she was desperate to not give in, to spite him, refusing to let him win now, but he knew exactly what she liked, knew just how to make her come undone no matter what.

He slowed down, let go of her hips, just to see her back right up on his cock, groaning with satisfaction. “Mmmm, tha's reyht” he drawled, his jaw locking, starting to lose control himself. “Fook yehrself on me cock like a good girl, show meh tha' yeh deserve it.”

She didn't need any telling twice, yet simultaneously wanted to set the pace in an attempt to hold on for longer, but she also wanted him faster, harder, wouldn't have done anything, hoping desperately that if she got him there quicker, he'd allow her to cum quicker, whimpering when he already took hold of her hips again after a few movements of her hips against him.

“Why are yeh squeezin' round me cock, Jade?” He taunted, slapping her ass and making her squeal loudly. “Pupa, 's not gunna get yeh anehwhere...”

“Alexander, I'm begging you...” she cried, gasping when she felt his fingers wrapping around her throat, pulling her up and whimpering at the way his cock sank deep inside her, pulsing and almost making her let go right then and there, her body shaking, silent tears rolling pearling down her cheeks from the intensity of the power he held over her.

“Are yeh cryin', principessa?” He mumbled, his voice soft, lips attaching to her shoulder and he started moving his hips slowly again, sweat gathering at his collarbone as they pressed together and he was barely able to hold on, weak for the way she trembled in his arms, the way her breath caught in her throat when he squeezed it, the way her heart pounded in unison with his. “Yeh're fookin' marvelous, doll...” he whispered, kissing her warm skin. “I'm gunna count down from ten and then yeh're gunna cum for meh, alreyht?”

Tears of relief ran down her face and she nodded obediently, her body tensing once again as he started to pick up the pace again and she curved towards him, her back pressed against his chest, her head on his shoulder.

He stroked his fingers over her neck, humming. “I want yeh teh say me name when yeh let go, doll...” he commanded, his voice calm now. “And I want yeh teh relax. Give in teh meh, alrehyt?” He wanted her to have everything she wanted, wanted to make it all good for her, take care of her in the way he knew best.  

“Dieci...”

She whimpered, struggling to breathe after another particularly hard thrust, his heart pounding against her back.

“Nove...” he drawled, his arm wrapping tightly around her, humming at the way she pressed herself even closer to him, struggling to relax into his embrace. “Otto...”

His voice was deep, dark and so close to her ear, mumbling against her skin, unwinding her with the way his words as well as his body had complete control of her.

“Sette, pupa, shhh, relax...” His fingers descended downwards, forcing her legs apart. “Mmmm, tha's reyht, spread them for meh, sei...”

“A-Alexander...”

“Almost there, principessa, cinque...”

She was holding her breath at this point, the movements of his cock pushing inside her, stroking and stretching her walls hot and delicious, and it was causing her all the strength she possessed to not give in, to hold on for him.

“Quattro...” He could barely hold on himself now, but he refused to give in. “Tre...”

She whined, her whole body shaking, tears running down her cheeks, she couldn't hold on, was so close.

“Due...”

The deep intensity of his voice, the nonchalant drawls, she knew she was affecting him as much as he was her, and she was desperate to be his match, almost collapsed in his arms and then he finally took mercy on her, his calloused fingertips pushing down on her clit and he buried himself inside her hard and fast.

“Uno.”

Her body shook violently, her lips parting in a silent moan and she fell limp in his arms, shock after shock of pleasure ripping through her as her walls tightened around him, making her cry out when she felt him release deep inside her, throbbing and coaxing for her to draw him in, desperate to let go. “A-Alexander!”

He held her close in his arms, groaning against her skin as he fucked her hard through both their orgasms, his heart skipping a beat when she moaned his name and his heart filled with pride. “Fook...” he drawled, watching her squirm on his cock before guiding her down on the bed again, only pulling out of her when the shocks in her body ceased and she relaxed, getting comfortable beside her and once again pulling her into his arms.

She was panting, buried her face against his chest, her walls fluttering around the emptiness he'd left, and she couldn't help but feel well-fucked and satisfied, pressing mindless kisses to his bare skin.

His heart fluttered at the softness, but came to another momentary stop when he heard a soft giggle, forcing open his eyes and lifting his head to look at her, the way she lifted her head when she noticed and he stroked his fingers through her hair affectionately, the beautiful sound of her laughter filling his ears and his heart. “Fook...” he drawled again. “I'm in so fookin' deep wif yeh.”

She was slowly calming down now, but his words only fuelled the joy he'd already made her feel. “If I'm going to stay here...”

His head perked up, his eyes widening, completely lost in the way his reaction made her giggle, didn't even mind that she knew how hopeful he was for her to stay.

“Where did you put my toys?”

“Under lock and fookin' key, yeh dun't need them.”

“Are you saying that you're going to be here to fuck me whenever I need it?” She teased, toying with his chain and licking her lips, the spark in her eyes presenting a challenge he was only too happy to rise to. “Are you gonna give me everything you promised?”

He pursed his lips, stroking his fingers through her hair, unable to take his eyes off her face. “I never break me fookin' promises.”

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