Two Brothers One Obsession

New Job

“I finally got my Adrian after years of watching you cling to him like a f*****g leech..”

Tears burned my eyes.

“You think six years makes you irreplaceable? Please! If anything, it makes you pathetic. Six years, and you still couldn't make him love you enough to stay.”

My lips trembled.

Stacy tightened her grip.

I tried to pull away, but she held me in place.

“You helped him with his grades? Congratulations! You played tutor, girlfriend, and personal servant for six years, and what did you get in return? A f*****g goodbye.”

A tear slid down my cheek.

She smiled at the sight.

“That's what I thought. Nothing.”

“Let go of me,” I whispered.

The tears kept falling.

I hated myself for crying. Hated that she could see how deeply her words were cutting me.

But I couldn't stop them.

Stacy finally released my face with a rough shove.

I stumbled backward, catching myself against the wall.

“f*****g pathetic,” she muttered..

I pressed a trembling hand against my cheek.

Adrian hadn't moved to stop her.

He hadn't even looked concerned.

Instead, he strolled toward the bed, completely unbothered by the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Come back, baby. Let's finish this. I've got practice later.”

Stacy's expression transformed instantly.

“Coming, handsome.”

She gave me one last contemptuous look before turning away.

Adrian untied his towel and let it fall as he climbed onto the bed.

Then he glanced at me.

“Still here?”

He sighed.

“Get lost, Aurora. Or you can stay and watch, if that's what you're into. I don't give a fuck.”

....

Few hours later...

"Yes, hello. My name is Aurora West. I recently received a job offer for the position of physiotherapist, but I seem to have accidentally clicked the reject button while using my computer. I was wondering if there's any way to appeal the decision?"

I paced around the room, gripping my phone tightly.

Jennifer sat on the bed, watching me with her hands clasped together. She looked just as nervous as I felt.

No. I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away.

I'd already sacrificed enough of my dreams for Adrian. I wasn't about to lose another one.

I listened carefully as the hiring manager explained the situation, occasionally nodding even though she couldn't see me.

"Really? Oh, thank you so much! I appreciate it."

I ended the call and slowly turned toward Jennifer, letting my shoulders drop.

Her expression immediately changed.

"Oh, baby. What happened?"

She sat up, concern written all over her face.

I stared at her for a second before a huge smile spread across my lips.

Then I practically threw myself onto the bed, wrapping my arms around her.

"I STILL HAVE MY JOB!"

Jennifer gasped.

"Wait. Are you serious?"

"YES!"

She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me excitedly.

"How? What happened?"

"Apparently, when I clicked the reject button, my stupid shitty apartment Wi-Fi was so terrible that the request never actually went through. They still have my application, and my offer is intact!"

"Oh my God!"

She pulled me into another hug, and we both burst into laughter.

When we finally separated, Jennifer gave me a playful smack on the shoulder.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"That's for giving up your dreams over a man!"

I rolled my eyes.

I laughed, but my smile slowly faded.

Adrian.

His words crept back into my mind.

You were useful, Aurora.

You were never going to fit into my world.

I swallowed.

It was strange how someone who had once made me feel so loved could suddenly make me feel so insignificant.

I'd spent years convincing myself that his dreams were our dreams. Whenever he struggled, I stayed. Whenever he doubted himself, I reminded him of how talented he was.

I'd thought that when he finally made it, we'd celebrate together.

Instead, he'd made me feel like I was nothing more than an embarrassing part of his past.

It's been hours and his words still hurt. Perhaps they would for a while.

"Hey."

Jennifer's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Don't think about him. He's out of your life now."

She paused, then gave me a mischievous look.

"Well, technically, you might still see him every day at work. You might even have to work on his body, considering he's an athlete and all..."

She thought about it for a moment before shrugging.

"Okay, maybe that's going to be a little awkward."

"Just a little?"

We exchanged amused smiles.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine," I assured her. "It's not like I'm attracted to him anymore."

"You better not be!"

She pointed a finger at me.

"Besides, you're going to be working with professional athletes. Do you know how many cute guys are there?"

I shook my head.

"I don't think I'll be interested in dating anyone for a while."

Jennifer stared at me.

Then she placed a hand on her chest.

"Girl, I'm talking about me dating them, not you!"

I burst out laughing, throwing a pillow at her.

She caught it, laughing even harder.

For the first time that day, my laughter didn't feel forced.

Maybe things weren't going to be easy. Maybe seeing Adrian again would bring back memories I'd rather forget.

But I had my job. And I need to start saving money for my Dad

And that's what matters right now...

....

The smell hit me the moment I stepped inside.

It was a mixture of freshly brewed coffee, expensive cologne, and something distinctly masculine. The building was much bigger than I had imagined. Its high ceilings, polished floors, and glass walls gave it a modern, almost luxurious feel.

Framed photographs of the Blackridge Wolves covered the walls. Some showed the team celebrating championship victories, while others captured players in the middle of intense matches. Their jerseys, signed hockey sticks, and trophies were displayed in glass cases along the main corridor.

I could hear distant voices, the occasional thud of equipment, and the unmistakable sound of hockey sticks striking against the ice.

It was impressive.

And slightly intimidating.

I approached the reception desk and asked one of the staff members where I could find the team manager's office. I was supposed to meet him first. He would probably explain everything I needed to know about my new position.

After receiving directions, I made my way down the corridor and stopped in front of a large wooden door.

I knocked twice before pushing it open.

A man was sitting behind a wide desk, looking through some documents. He glanced up, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

"And who is this beautiful young lady?"

He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, hi. I'm Aurora West, the new physiotherapist."

He stood up, looking me over with an amused expression.

"You're younger than I expected."

I smiled politely.

"But you'll do just fine. Hopefully, you last longer than a month, unlike the others."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Anyway, I'm Kane Jones. The team's manager."

He stretched out his hand, and I accepted it. His handshake was unexpectedly firm. He squeezed so hard that my entire arm shook.

Good Lord. Did this man lift weights for a living?

He looked to be in his late thirties, with broad shoulders.

"Anyway, let's skip the introductions and get straight to business. You need to meet everyone. Are you excited?"

I nodded.

"Good! Well, almost everyone. One player isn't here yet, but he'll be joining us soon. And there's another one we're trying to bring in. We're still in the negotiation phase, but he's being difficult. Very difficult. We'll get there, though."

He continued talking, barely giving me a chance to respond.

I simply stood there, listening and nodding along. He was incredibly energetic, and despite how much he talked, he was surprisingly fun to listen to.

"But first, where's your ID card? You need one to move around the facility."

"Oh, I haven't received mine yet."

"Well, you need to see the hiring manager. She probably has it. Watch out for her, though. She's a little feisty."

He chuckled, grabbed something from his desk, and headed towards the door.

I quickly followed him.

"Anyway, nice meeting you, West. I'll see you on the field in ten minutes."

He flashed me another smile.

"Bye!"

And just like that, he stormed out, leaving me standing in the corridor as though I already knew my way around the building.

I blinked.

I should have asked him for directions.

With a sigh, I started walking down the hallway, hoping to find someone who could point me towards the hiring manager's office.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be in a hurry. A few staff members glanced at me as they passed, while others stared for a second too long before looking away.

I couldn't help feeling like I was some random visitor who had wandered into a place she didn't belong.

I ignored them and continued walking.

There had to be signs somewhere. An office number. A nameplate. Anything.

But apparently, whoever designed this building had forgotten that people could get lost.

Every door looked the same.

I stopped in front of one and checked the handle. No label.

Perfect.

I knocked once, but when nobody answered, I pushed the door open.

The moment I stepped inside, I realised it wasn't an office.

There were rows of lockers lining the walls, benches in the middle, and hockey equipment scattered around the room.

A locker room.

Oops.

Wrong room.

I was already turning to leave when a deep, irritated voice stopped me.

"What the f**k are you doing here?"

I flinched.

Slowly, I turned around.

And froze.

A man stood a few feet away from me, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

His upper body was completely bare, revealing a set of well-defined abs and broad shoulders. Water droplets glistened against his skin, as though he'd just stepped out of the shower.

But it was his face that caught me off guard.

He was ridiculously handsome.

He took a step towards me, his expression darkening.