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AlexIt’s getting late, my arm has gone numb as I lean my head on it. I feel like drifting off to sleep but I’m not going to do that, not when Madi could wake up at any second.Her mother, father and Henri came back in and stayed for a while. It was good to finally meet them, but honestly, I wish too, that it was under different circumstances.“You thinking of staying in the game?” Her father had asked me, I am pretty sure his eyes were glowering. “Dangerous sport, Son.”“It can be, Sir. I’ve had my fair share of knocks, bruises and breakages. I’ve transferred to Austin so I can be with Madi. It’s all just gone through.” He seemed pleased with that. I kind of got the feeling he was putting feelers out for how exactly it would work with Madi and I being engaged and me still being in Colorado. At least I think I managed to appease him. He looks like a pretty tough nut to crack.So would I be if Madi was my daughter, hell when we have kids one day because I will remain hopeful, that Madi
MadisonI can hear voices, I feel strange, and I am in so much pain all over my body and my head hurts like crazy. Why does it feel so hard to open my eyes? What the hell is going on? Where am I?There’s something warm and calloused holding my hand, I struggle to open my eyes, but I can definitely hear voices. Is that my mother’s voice? And Henri’s? I try my darndest to move my fingers, but it feels like such an effort. Now I’m just frightened, something has happened to me, and I have no idea what.I try again, then I feel a squeeze back, “Madi, Madi. Are you awake, talk to me Petal.” I know that low voice, it’s Alex. My eyes flutter but God they feel so weighted down that I still struggle. “Madi, darling open your eyes if you can. Or if you can hear me beautiful, move your fingers.”Okay that I can do, I move my fingers and I hear crying. I hear my momma’s voice. “Is she awake? Has she finally woken? Oh my gosh, we need to get a doctor in here quickly. Henri, please run out and let so
Madison – A year and a half laterI swear to God, looking at Alex holding Anastasia out on the rink having just won his game makes me pool in my seat. The other hockey wives and girlfriends are smiling on as Alex holds her in his arms and the crowd is going wild. Not just because the team have won their home game but because our little girl is gurgling away in his arms. It's hard to believe that Stasia is now ten months old. She's been an absolute joy to our lives and watching Alex with his baby girl is the cutest thing ever. If anyone had of told me what two years or so ago, when I stood on his doorstep for the first time that I'd be in a VIP area watching him holding a baby in his arms and our baby, I'd have laughed in their face.She's wearing cute white tights with pink hearts on them, a tulle pink skirt and a faux fur jacket in cream with a sweet band around her head to match her tights. She is loving the attention; he lowers his head to kiss the top of her head and she looks up
Alex - 19 years later “Can you see that, is he about to kiss her? I’m not having no guy groping our daughter outside in front of my goddamn eyes.” I am watching Anastacia with her arms round some guy’s neck and my blood pressure is hitting an all-time high.“Calm down, Alex, honestly she’s eighteen, she is going to have boyfriends.”“His tongue is practically at her tonsils.” I move away from the island and start to go towards the kitchen door.“Hey, not so quick, Mr Stone. Let her be. You can grill him when he comes in with her and please be Mr Nice. Okay, this is her first boyfriend she’s bringing home to dinner.” I watch as Madi takes the turkey out and bastes it. Damn it smells so good.I notice how pert her ass is still from all her running and Pilates. I want to go run my hand along it and give her a good slap, only I know I’ll get a raging hard on and want to fuck her. Still after all these years I am obsessed with Madi. She has grown into a beautiful woman and still just in he
Madison“Seriously? You’re asking me to travel to Colorado?” I am not impressed. I live in Austin, Texas. Lived here all my life, all twenty-two years of them and I have no intention of relocating anytime soon. And I have my little dog to think about, Honey-Belle, the love of my life a cute pale Chihuahua.Hi, I’m Madison Lane and I’m a digital sports journalist. I attended Austin University because I’m a real home body and love being close to my folks, my sister Henri who works as a librarian in our small hometown, my brother Jefferson who is currently between jobs and following his music career. Someday he is going to make it big, and he can support my Gucci buying habit.Yeah, I love Gucci and all things pink except for my nail polish which always has to be siren red. Although I do break my rule for coral in the summer.“Yes, Colorado.” My boss is saying as he stands at the door of my goldfish bowl office where I still have no blinds up. Honestly, I’ve been hassling our maintenance
Alex The view from where I’m laying right now in my penthouse suite in the Lexington Hotel in New York is pretty damn good. The girl riding me has got some tits on her that are bouncing up and down like a damn yo-yo. I bring my head up slightly to suck on one of her budding nipples. She groans. Don’t ask me her name because I have no fucking idea.She’s a hook up, a puck bunny. They’re everywhere and trust me when I say they literally drop their panties at the sight of a hockey player, especially me. I’m just your average guy who got lucky with a stick and worked damn hard from a young age. I’ll come back to all of that later.Right now, I’m watching as she throws her head back, her long red hair flowing down her back as she rocks forward and back getting her clit off on my groin and her pussy on my rock-hard dick. “Yeah, baby let it go. You know you want to.” I say as she increases her pace.This girl is ready to explode all over me anytime soon. She’s panting and riding so fast tha
MadisonTo say I am not impressed is the understatement of the century. And the next century whilst I’m in one. Like seriously, Alex Stone. God. I have my hand to my head as I stand in the glass elevator that runs from the top floor where my office is, down to the reception.The smoked elevator doors open, and I step out onto the marble reception area. It never ceases to take my breath away; we have one of the most stunning businesses in Austin. Yeah, maybe I’m biased but I love where I work, I love my boss and his family, and I love all my colleagues.The floor is the color of a cappuccino, light and breezy. In the centre is a round reception area where Monique works and has done even before I arrived here on the scene. She’s around forty something with long auburn hair that is in a different style every day. How this woman gets time when she’s got a couple of teenagers to herd in the morning and deal with is beyond me, but she is always immaculately turned out.“Hey sweetie.” She ca
AlexI park up in front of the rink, we sure do have an impressive outfit. The large domed building is all glass frontage and it’s had a rehaul recently thanks to some new sponsors. Talking of which, I have a shoot in a few days with CCM who were rebranded from Reebok. I don’t particularly like photoshoot days because they end up being long and arduous, still they pay me a fortune to be their brand ambassador for their hockey apparel and my manager forced me to take it.It's dark but the lights are all on inside, there will be some of the guys still doing practice or at the bar. I make my way through the large sliding entrance doors and through the foyer with its high gloss floor tiles, heading straight to the door on the left that takes me through to the locker rooms and coach’s office.Coach Burns is a man in his forties, he used to play for our team and also for Vegas and for Vancouver in his lifetime. He’s got so many cups and wins under his belt but not the Stanley Cup. That is o