A Love Like This

Chapter 2 || Aaron "Not So Stalker" West

A A R O N

"Yo Cap, where's your lucky hoodie?," Nick quizzes as I walk into the gym. Our gym.

I was at the airport this morning, my Mom had to go back to Canada and because she's lost one of her legs-thanks to f*****g me and my first pro hockey game-I couldn't let her go to the airport alone, even though she knows how to use her crutches. I wore my hideous baseball cap because I am the f*****g Captain of the Seattle Hockey Team and I just want to see my Mom off and hit the gym, without taking f*****g stupid selfies or endorsing worn-out clothes.

I was about to go when I saw two middle-aged women laughing. When I turned to see what they were laughing at, I nearly fainted. This hot chick had blood on her skirt and according to my cousin, Yvonne, helping a girl in that situation is number two in the girl code. She obviously didn't know she was being laughed at, and being the good guy that I am, I had to hop in and save the awkward situation, without looking at her of course.

I took off my hoodie, waited till she was standing without moving, then I whispered into her ear, telling her that she was stained, leaving the part of the two women laughing at her. She'd be so humiliated if she knew.

She gasped.

A sound that sent fire straight to my d**k. I quickly walked away to save both of us from the awkward conversation we were about to have. I know I said I wasn't going to look at her, but my f*****g d**k sent red signals to my eyes and legs and I turned around.

She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that hugs her very obvious curves and incredible ass, her cleavage is slightly visible through her white tank top. She's got amazing cobalt blue eyes but they are focused on her phone. She paces around, I wonder who she's waiting for. Her boyfriend maybe? I mean it's super impossible for her to be single, considering how hot she is. Her brows furrow and she looks really pissed off. Her eyes nearly catch me so I just walk away. Straight to my car, heading for the gym.

And now I have to deal with Nick's f*****g intrusive and annoying exam questions....

Now don't get me wrong, Nick is a fine dude, really cool, but I just wish he'd stop. It's only a while before all the other guys on the team start asking.

"Yes Cap, what the f**k happened? Did you lose it?," Alex butts in. Oh f*****g Lord, I'm never walking away from this s**t.

"I'll tell you what happened, he gave it to charity, you know it's got luck in it!," f*****g Hudson says.

"Seriously dude, that's your Jazz, where the f**k did it go?," Nick is being serious now.

"No, no, he gave it to that Samantha chick!," Alex concludes and all the other guys make agreeing sounds. Sam. I don't know much about her, but I can tell you one thing I know.....they all take turns f*****g her, and as long as she likes it, it's fine. I mean, she's kind of like the number one Bunny around here. If there's anything like that.

"That's no way to talk to your Captain," I smirk as our team manager walks in.

Mrs. Carla.

Yeah, Mrs. Her husband used to play hockey for Seattle also, it's no surprise that he ended up sneaking his wife in as the f*****g manager when he was retiring.

"That's it boys, are you lifting weights or what?," She raises a brow.

"Cap here just lost his jazz," Hudson jokes and they all laugh. Just when are they going to get off my ass for this s**t?

"Hey, Hey, that's enough.....we have a game with New York next week Friday and we have to practice," Coach Mike steps into the gym and the voices reduce.

Love you, Coach Mike.

"I heard they move like lightning on the ice," Hudson sighs.

"And West moves like The Flash," Alex refers to me and they all make agreeing sounds.

"And they've got a bully for a goalie," Nick sighs.

"Summers, Jason.....yup, he's the bully you don't want to mess with," another guy, Terence, our goalie says. Terence is actually getting married at the end of next month and I'm his Bestman. I can't believe he chose me.

"You sound like you know him?," I raise a brow.

"We went to college together, played hockey for the same team, dude hated my guts on the ice," he explains and Coach Mike claps his hands to get our attention.

"That's enough," he pauses, then he turns to me. " As Captain, you are supposed to end this kind of discussion," all eyes are on me. I was named Captain last season, and I still have no idea how to do this s**t. Well, the best thing about being Captain is that you earn ten million a year. It's worth it.

"Um," I start. "We just have to believe in ourselves and put more effort in the team work and the rest will take control of itself," I sound stupid, I f*****g know it.

"That's it," Coach pauses. "Cap?," I hate this short form.

"Yeah, I'm still learning this whole Cap s**t," I joke and they all laugh.

"You were Captain last season, what's there to learn?," Coach Mike is laughing now.

"A whole lot, if you haven't noticed," I laugh. Now they're all laughing at me. "I suck at the whole motivation s**t, so don't get offended if I say stupid s**t,"

"We're used to it," Hudson jokes.

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"So you're gonna tell me the truth or what?," Nick asks as we drive back to my home....well, house.

I own a five hundred thousand dollar worth Maserati. It's like a sports car, it's navy blue in color and I love it, I'm not a fan of huge cars. Nope.

Do I sound proud to myself? Kinda.

"Truth about what?," I huff as I pull into my driveway.

"Playing dumb doesn't suit you Aaron," He snaps as we step out of the car, heading straight to the house.

"What do you want to know Nick?,"

"You've never given that hoodie out ever since you had it made," a victorious smirk plasters across his face.

"Dude, just drop it okay!," I half yell and he laughs.

"Suit yourself,"

My door is open. Oh fuck....the last time this happened, a crazy fan came in here with her luggage and practically begged me to f**k her. I told her to give me a minute, then I called the cops. s**t went on all over social media for the next three months after the incident.

What the f**k? There are shoes here too. A pair of black flats. I knew it, it's a lady.

"That s**t is about to happen again Man," Nick has already concluded, he knows exactly what I was thinking about.

"Surprise!,"

Yvonne. The only family that actually cares about me apart from my Mom.

"I thought someone broke in," I laugh as she hugs me. Nick sits on the couch as we enter the living room and I do the same.

"I wouldn't exactly say broke in, you gave me your keys the last time I came here remember," she grins. Oh yeah, I forgot. "This is a billion dollar mansion dude, you've got to hire security," she sighs and Nick nods in agreement. My cleaner, a middle-aged woman whose name I've had a hard time memorizing walks out of the kitchen.

"Your fee would be wired to your account," I tell her and she smiles shyly, packing her stuff and leaving.

"That lady is weird," Yvonne says, then she hops off the couch to the kitchen. Nick and I exchange stares, I know he's still thinking about my hoodie. I don't want to talk about it, because if I do, I'd end up talking about her. So, no..

Nick gets a call from his security about his puppy, Zac, so he leaves immediately. Zac is more like a son to him than just a dog. He can keep him, I can't keep any animals, I'm scared of them, probably because of what happened in my teens.

"How was your day?," I ask Yvonne as she begins to whip some steak.

"Fine, cool, I ran into two amazing girls and they gave me a free ride," she giggles and I tense. Yvonne has always been a fan of asking for a free ride on the streets, and it scares the f*****g f**k out of me.

"One day if you get kidn*pped, I'm not paying any ransom," I say, meaning it. Okay, I'm joking, of course I'll pay the ransom in a heartbeat.

"No, these girls were super amazing," she fishes her phone out of her purse on the kitchen counter. I'm guessing she's about to show me their Instagrams.

"Yvonne, I'm not interested okay, just whip yourself something and go to your room, I'll come down later for movie night," I flip her off, just as I make an attempt to leave, she says something that stops me in my tracks.....

"She had your hoodie," what the f**k? Wait? The same girl from the airport? "But since you're not interested, I might as well.....,"

"f**k, show me," I'm seated now.

"I knew she wasn't just some crazy fan," she grins. "Oh, and her name is Liz," she winks. "You haven't had a girlfriend in like, forever, so I'm thinking......,"

"Drop it Yvonne," I snap.

"Yes Cap," she mocks playfully, shoving her phone in her Jean pocket. She's not going to show me again? s**t, Aaron, s**t. "Her user is @lizzie if you're still interested, b***h's got like three hundred K followers" she smirks at me and I head upstairs to my room.

My lucky hoodie. With a chick. A very hot chick.

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It's 4:30am and I'm sporting wood. I can't f*****g sleep and I've been having a hard on all night. My phone is lying on the nightstand. I want to take it, find this girl's i********:, follow her and maybe check out all her pictures. Okay not maybe, definitely. But I know my body too well, I'm going to end up j*********f to her pictures.

That's wrong right?

Well it's only wrong if she knows.

She wouldn't know.

And besides I might never see her again so....

You know what? f**k this, I'm checking her i********: out.

Instagram | From Facebook.....Mark Zuckerberg's way of reminding us that he rules the motherfucking social media world appears on my screen. I head over to explore, and hit the search bar.

lizzy

lizzie

The second one works. f**k it's her. Liz Summers, @lizzie. My d**k gets even harder and I realize just what a pathetic asshole I am. Her profile picture is a picture of her holding an iPhone, a pretty expensive one, like the one she had a the airport. Chick's got 300.2K followers, follows a hundred of them, and 54 posts. Her bio reads, "Diane's bestie, CEO of @liane," She's an entrepreneur? I'm starting to like her already.

Drop the s**t Aaron.

My d**k hardens, till it gets f*****g uncomfortable. I stumble on an arousing picture, she's dressed in a bikini, with a girl I assume to be her best friend, the girl in the bio. Her curvy and sexy thighs are exposed, and her perfect ass too. She's also got a golden waist bead around her and my d**k moves in response. f*****g hot waist beads. Her beautiful t**s-f**k they are bigger than a handful.... are nearly hanging out of her bikini top..... more like bra. Her smile is radiant, blush pink lips and white nail polish teeth.......

That's it.

I'm giving in.

I'm going to jerk the f**k off.

I head to the bathroom with my phone to handle my business. Oh f**k, Aaron. I just pictured her lips wrapped around me and I came fast and really hard, so hard that all I could see was a more purple shade of euphoria. I don't know how loud I groaned, but it was loud enough to wake Yvonne up and have her knocking at me door, asking if I was okay.

Way to j******f this morning.

You're such an asshole Aaron, a motherfucking asshole.

"Yeah I'm good," I yell. No, I'm not good. I just jerked off to my imaginations, that's never f*****g happened before.

The rest of the morning is spent with me trying to occupy myself by watching New Yorks goalie, Jason Summers. Wait a motherfucking second?

Liz Summers.

Jason Summers.

I just f*****g jerked off to an opponent's sister.

Damn you Aaron!

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"You're going to tell me why you look like hell?," Nick asks as we get off the ice. It's Thursday, the day before the first game of the season. Nick, Hudson and Alex and Marshall are defensemen, the perfect set of pairs. Terence, our goalie and soon to be married asshole did a good job. Well, because we're playing against each other. As Captain, I do have a positive view of our first game. Here in this stadium, on this ice.

"I haven't been getting enough sleep," I confess. I've been j*********f to Summers' motherfucking hotass Sister. I keep this part to myself.

"You serious?," He sounds worried, he shouldn't be.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit distracted, nothing serious," I lie. Okay, I'm not entirely lying about the distracted part, I am distracted.

What the f**k is wrong with me?

It's not like I'll ever see her again, right?

"You are the Captain, you being distracted is serious," he sounds extra worried. It's our first game of the season.

"You don't have to worry, I'd never let you guys down.... ever," I pat him on the shoulder, meaning what I said, then I walk towards the locker rooms to take off my hockey gear.

Instead of doing that, I'm looking at the pictures ok her i********:, over and over again. It's been what, five days, and she hasn't posted anything. This is stalking. I'm I stalking her? Since when did I become a stalker? Oh, f**k me.

I hit the follow button without thinking. She'd see it right? She has to. Wait, she doesn't even know that I was the guy that wrapped her waist. f**k. I'm such an i***t.

I have to focus.

We've got a big game tomorrow with a team that rarely loses and has a bully for a goalie.

She's just a chick.

A chick I'll never see again.

Focus Aaron West, focus.