Fred POV
“I know you all did your best, and I hope you all have a good rest now, we will be back for the next season with some new players, and a new hope for the Stanley Cup,” the coach says after our last game of the season. Thatcher is standing next to him with his eyes glued on me.
We haven’t really talked to each other and, to be fair, he’s been a good captain for the team. Everyone respects him and he is doing the best he can. But I still don’t like the guy. Tatum avoids me like the plague. She only talks to me whenever is extremely necessary and even when I confronted her, she didn’t say much.
“Tatum, please, why are you doing this?” I ask her as she looks directly into my eyes. Her arms crossed in front of her chest while she puts more distance between us as she takes one step away from me.
“Fred, please, I told you before, I did what I had to do, and this is the best for me and for Grace. Plea
Tatum POVMy heart aches to see Fred here. It’s been months since I have been pretending to be together with Thatcher and it doesn’t become easier. I think in all honesty that it becomes harder. Although he’s keeping his word, he hasn’t touched me. He’s treating me like a queen inside and out of the house. I still think someday he will explode and I am going to end up dead.Watching Fred with his brother and his sister-in-law warms my heart. He looks a little better, not as sad as he was. I know I broke his heart, but I really think this is for the best. His trial is a couple of days away and if this is helping him, I am sticking to it.Obviously, Julien came up with this for my own safety, but I never told him the way Thatcher really treated me, when he found out through Fred he wanted me to get out immediately, he said he would come up with another strategy, but the damage was done. My heart was broken and so was Fred’s. Gra
Tatum POVI look at my watch as I bite my lower lip. Even though the team finished their season, I haven’t stopped working, I only get one week's break as I arranged for someone to cover for me, other than that, I have to keep track of the player's social media posts, and the team’s as well as all the player's social appearances. I work directly with their management team while they are on break. It’s exhausting as I am down to a skeleton team.I look at the key card resting on my desk while I rub my forehead, predicting a headache to make an appearance today. I still haven’t decided if I will meet Fred or not, the way he left me in that bathroom… Bothered and in desperate need of feeling him again keeps playing in my head.The last time I was touched was months ago, the day I decided to play the happy wife with Thatcher. I haven’t had sex with him, even though he asked for it, but I denied him. I kept telling him it was not part of the deal because we were not a real couple. That’s w
Fred POV I left everything ready for Tatum in the room, but I don’t know if she will come, if she will even think about me, about us. I know I left her bothered in the bathroom, I could tell if I tried to have sex with her she would go for it, she needed it as much as I was, but I didn’t want to pressure her, I wanted her to make a decision by herself, without me being around to cloud her judgment, I need her to think and make up her mind. When I left her, I was so turned on that I didn’t stay long at the party after. My erection was painful against my pants and I had to deal with it soon as I got home. It took me ages to get it to go back down. My body was too active, my body was on high alert because I was close to her, because I was touching her. I have never felt like this before. I never thought I would love someone this way. I never thought my body would want another one so deeply the way it does. It’s absolutely insane the way I feel when I am around her. She makes me feel l
Tatum POVI remove my wig the same way Fred removes all the stuff he has attached to his face and hair. The wing he is using is long and blonde, while the mustache matches perfectly in shade with the hair. “Where did you get these?” I ask as I lift the wig in front of my face. Fred smiles and shrugs.“I have a friend that specializes in makeup and stuff like that. She used to work in Hollywood, but now she is a content creator on social media.” He lets out, and I smile as he smiles back at me. “We can use these as many times as we want, or I can get different ones and we can pretend to be different people every time,” he says and I can’t help but laugh.“You like this role-play thing?” I ask, and he shrugs his shoulder as he tests the temperature of the water in the bath. He offers me his hand and I take it. Slowly, I sink into the bath and all the aches in my body disappear. I close my eyes, moaning softly, and he slides behind me. His legs are around my own as he wraps his arms arou
Tatum POVI look at the TV while I bite my nails. Thatcher walks behind me and rests one hand on my shoulder, making me jump. “What are you watching?” He asks and I can tell he doesn’t like what I am watching because his fingers dig into my shoulder.“You’re hurting me,” I whisper and he immediately moves his hand as I keep my eyes on the TV. I know he doesn’t like Fred, but today is the most important day of the year for him. It’s the trial, and I have been watching everything. I have been following the news, not only because I want to know what happens to him, but this will interfere with my job as well.Thatcher sits next to me and now I have to hide my anxiety for Fred. I can’t really show how anxious I am, because if I did, he would know that I am seeing him again. He would know that I have spent hours being fucked by him.I can see Fred walking down the stairs, followed by Julien and his family. Their faces giving nothing away. Fred looks directly at the camera and winks and I k
Fred POV“I hate that she’s with him, and this is all on you,” I let out as Julien rubs his forehead. He shakes his head and then meets my eyes.“I know, but this is the only way I could think that would help you and her. You didn’t need her baggage pulling you down while your case was so fucked up. Can you imagine the field day the press would have? Especially now that all Thunder’s shit is gonna come out? How did he frame you? How he used the girl to fuck you up?” Julien says, and I nod.“I know, but I still hate it, and I would rather go through shit, lose everything and have her by my side than be alone without her, and having to watch her go home with that…. Guy.” I let out in frustration.“I know, okay? Do you think I don’t beat myself up about this? But at least you are free now, and I am going to open the case against the girl and Thunder, and then it will be a lot easier to help her, besides, her case is a lot bigger than just herself,” Julien says and I nod.“I know, she tol
Fred POVI open my eyes and blink several times before I decide to move. I look around and I don’t recognize the room I am in. Shit. I cover my eyes with my arm as the light is bothering me and the headache is excruciating. As I allow my body to relax again, I feel the bed move and open my eyes on high alert. What the fuck? I remove my arm from my eyes and look around to find Caroline asleep next to me. Shit, shit.I immediately stiffen and stand up from the bed in one movement. I look around and down at my legs that are only covered by my boxer shorts. I rub my eyes with my hands, taking a deep breath as I look around once more and realize we’re in a hotel room. The decoration screams hotel, the pale wooden furniture, and the spent and used carpet on the floor. The white covers on the bed and a very naked Caroline.Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck have I done? I move fast in the room, grabbing my pants from the floor and I notice all the clothes scat
Tatum POV“How are you feeling?” The doctor asks as he looks at me with concern plastered all over his face. I look at him frowning and then I remember the kiss from last night, the way Thatcher was touching me, how he held me, the way he was trying to claim my mouth. I am resting on my bed while Thatcher watches the doctor interacting with me. This is the first time he actually got a doctor to check on me at home. I try to remember what happened last night, but everything is blurred. My head hurts and I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open.“My head hurts, and my neck,” I let out as I rub my hand in the back of my neck lifting a little from the bed but immediately realize it’s a bad idea, and the doctor nods as he writes on his pad. His eyes move to me once more and I can tell he is worried about something.“Can you tell me how you hit your head?” He asks and I frown, looking at him and then at Thatcher who stands