Tempted By My Arrogant Hockey Captain

Chapter 04

~ BRAYDEN ~

“Sir Brayden.” My father's driver greeted me as he spotted me approaching the car and opened the door immediately.

I didn't respond, I never do.

I slid into the backseat, already exhaling a tired breath. My fingers tapped lightly against my thigh as the car pulled away, each passing second tightening something ugly in my chest.

I hated going back there.

Thirty minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop and the door was opened for me to step out.

I stepped out, my gaze lingering on the tall building for a second too long before I forced myself to move.

No thought came to my mind. No memories. It wouldn't because I had blocked them over the years. My fingers slipped into my pocket and with one last sigh, I headed for the entrance.

The maids took my jacket, another pulled off my shoes and the third led me to my father's study where he was waiting for me.

Terrified, she rushed out.

Well, who wouldn't be terrified of this monster!

He didn't turn around to look at me. Instead, he kept staring out through the large window while I waited for him. Exactly five minutes later, he turned to me, his eyes filled with rage as he stared at me,

“I told you to quit that stupid game and focus on your studies.” He said and walked over to the armchair behind his desk to take a seat.

“I'm not interested in the company.”

I heard him scoff out loud, pouring himself a glass of vodka sitting idle on his desk.

Once he was done drinking from the glass, he rose to his feet and the next thing I knew, his glass was in the air, lunging at me. One quick duck, and it smashed against the wall behind me, shattering into sharp pieces across the floor.

I stared at him, eyes wide with shock and my fingers clenched so f*****g hard I could barely feel my skin,

“How dare you disobey me!” He yelled at me, “I didn't f*****g raise a son who defies my every damn order. One more average result from you and I'm sending you abroad to further your studies under close supervision. Is that clear?”

I stayed quiet, still trying to keep the rage clawing in my chest at bay

“Is that f*****g clear young man.”

“Yes.” I finally uttered.

“Get the hell out then.”

I watched as he picked up a cigarette from the packet in his drawer, but I turned away before he could light it up and walked out of his study.

I made my way to the living but suddenly halted when I heard a familiar voice,

“Don't tell me you got into trouble again, Brayden.”

It was him. It had always been him because apparently, he was the obedient daddy pleasing spy. “It was you, wasn't it?”

I didn't need anyone to tell me Jason was the one doing the close supervision of my grades and reporting everything to him.

He raised his gaze at me and a small smirk curled on his face, “I was simply trying to make him understand how much you love hockey. Hockey's always been your dream, Brayden. You're only 20, and I'm trying to support you.”

What a sarcastic bastard! I let out a dry chuckle, “Or you were trying to show him how incapable you think I am to run the company in the future. Do you think it'll make you better or rather… capable?”

His fingers curled into fists and his jaws tightened as he stared at me. Clearly, he was trying hard to control his rage.

“We both know who he desperately wants to manage the company. We both know who's more….” I smirked, “Capable.”

Jason rose to his feet and immediately came at me. He grabbed my collar as the rage in his eyes intensified. He would have thrown a punch at me next, but a maid suddenly appeared,

“Sir Jason, the chairman wishes to speak with you.”

Slowly, I watched him exhale a deep breath as he let go of me, turned and walked away.

It didn't take long before I was out of the mansion and heading to my house. As soon as I got in, I headed for my room and pulled off my shirt.

After thirty long minutes under the warm shower, I stepped out of the bathroom with a robe and reached for my phone on the bed,

Colton: “Hey man, training?

I texted back as soon as I saw his text, “Yeah. Be there by 5.”

A lot of other messages popped into my w******p, but I simply scrolled them aside without taking a glance because I knew who they were from. Girls never stop coming at me, never stop throwing their filthy self at me like I was some god on earth. Hell it was as tiring as hell.

Suddenly, the thought of her crossed my mind as I turned off my phone and I had no idea when a small smile curled itself on my lips,

“Hailey Scott.”

She had grown taller than I expected since the last time I saw her in middle school. I chuckled as I recalled the way she would stuff her meals into her mouth so fast whenever she spotted Colton coming from a distance. She was such a chubby little pumpkin back then, but now….

Now.

I paused as the memories hit back,

Now, she was…. Extremely beautiful. Her blonde hair had grown longer, cascading down her back like sunlight. Her features were more refined, face slimmer than I once remembered.

Giving myself a slight hit on the head, I snapped out of the thought of Hailey. Colton would kill me if he found out I was describing his sister with such dangerous interest but strangely, the thought of her was just enough to keep the fire in my chest calm, to let the problem escape from my mind.

She was always easy to spot even from a distance. At the game, I had spotted Hailey seated amongst the crowd and the thought of her seated right there in the midst of the crowd watching me play ignited a fire I didn't understand in me. Damn I wanted her to notice me even when she had no idea it was actually me under the helmet.

A call from coach Bennett suddenly came in, snapping me out of my little…. Whatever you'd call it.

I picked my phone beside me and answered the call,

“Brayden, meet me in my office in thirty minutes. We need to talk.”