Fake Dating The Hockey Captain

**Bryan** ‘‘Oh my.. Bryan.’’ ‘‘Yes, fuck.’’ I added more pressure to the mouth covering. She was just too loud. The ass spank echoed through the restroom and the lady moaned out louder. She pressed herself against me. ‘‘I want more.’’She moaned out, her voice breathless. I pulled out, flushing the used condom. Her noise had made me lose interest. ‘‘Come on babe, why did you stop?’’ A frustrated look was evident on her face. Her manicured long nails reached out to hold my face, and she tried to kiss me. I subconsciously snapped out of her direction, as I immediately cleaned myself up, her presence became overbearing. My expression remained neutral as I was still offended at her, for trying to kiss me. I don't kiss. That's my rule. The bill of money I threw landed on her chest, which made her wince. ‘‘When are we meeting next?’’ Her breathless voice reached my ears. Seriously! I scoffed out, amused at her sudden familiarity. Trying to hitch herself with me. Well, there was never a we, I muttered, my voice strained. She squeezed her face in pain, her teary gaze remained on me like it would make me change my mind. They are always like this, one minute, acting like it was just s*x and they wouldn't want anything other than money. But they are already clingy at the mention of the last meeting. The majority of them can't help but come back for more s*x and definitely money. That sickened me. All women love money and they only stick around for the money. Fortunately, fit them, money has never been a problem. It's just s*x. Must there be something meaningful after one nightstand? They all want to be entangled with me. And the idea is as stupid as it sounds. As crazy as it might sound. I have never been with a woman twice. Women are far too many, too many shapes and types to be stuck with one. It sure feels good to move on to another available slut. After all, it seems they all want to have a moment with me.. I was already at the door when I heard a knock on the door. Confusion settled in as I wasn't expecting anyone in here. Definitely a drunk individual. The doorknob turned only to be met with a.. girl. No, she looked too mature for a girl. She can't possibly be a lady. Right? And her hair, long, full and dark. She was so small, compared to my 6ft height and my fitness, her loud hiss and snort snapped me. ‘‘Pervert.’’ I heard her mutter as she gave me a disgusted look. Wait, does she think I was checking her out? Clearly bewildered at her sudden curse. Wow! I just stood, staring at her in awe. Still shocked by how she has that much strength, the opposite of her small size. She sure does have an attitude. A bad one at that. ‘‘s**t, you're so unbelievable. Getting at it in the restroom.’’ She spat out on my face. Her plump lips were in a scowl, making me cringe. Then I connected the dots. She probably heard the sound, more reasons for me to hate loud girls. ‘‘Do you want to give it a try as well?’’ My brow was raised, women are always like that when they want something. ‘‘I would never stoop that low.’’ She sidestepped me, clearly upset and serious. I stared down at her, she was just too short and slim, her oversized uniform swallowed her making her look like a minor. She probably didn't know me, and her appearance wasn't that impressive, probably an attendant Too much confidence for someone of her size. I couldn't help but be amused. ‘‘Do you even know who I am?’’ I asked, trying to confirm my doubt. ‘‘Yes.’’ couldn't believe I sighed in relief at hearing that, at least, she should know who she was dealing with. Until.. I know you're a dog that f***s anything under a skirt. her gaze remains unblinkingly. Like she doesn't care about who the f**k I am or what I would do. My stomach twisted at those words. A dog. ‘‘Did you just call me a dog?’’ ‘‘Are you deaf as well?’’ That snapped something in me. Still finding it hard to believe she insulted me. The Effontry. ‘‘I'll make sure you regret this.’’I sneered, already losing my cool. I meant it, she would regret ever meeting me. I messaged my bodyguards, and they pulled up immediately like they had been there with me. They know better and are always hidden in shadows and only move when I order or when I'm in danger. My steps moved ahead of them, as my PA listed my schedule for the day to me. My lips were set in anger, barely concentrating on any of the words being said. That small rat, sure upsets me so much. At the same time. I'm surprised, she doesn't know me. ‘‘Was she serious about not knowing me?’’ There are really people who don't know what is going on around them. So much, for being a hockey player and a captain at that. ‘‘You should confirm if a short, slim girl with long dark hair works at Levelled Up bar.’’ I said into the phone and ended the call without waiting for the person at the other end to respond. She would cry and wish she had never said all that to me. I wanted her to know she crossed her boundaries. After some moments. I was lost in my thoughts, going through my estate files, amazed at the amount of work I had done and the number I still have left. My clock chimed to remind me of my rehearsal with the team. My PA made his entrance, probably to get me ready for the rehearsal. The Obsidian strikers Club, my teammate, has an international match. There has been a rehearsal back-to-back. My club remains the best and most popular club in the whole of the Netherlands. We sure earned it. My back remained relaxed in the car seat before a call came in. It is my PI ( private investigator). Her name is Helen Fedrick, she is an attendant at Levelled Up bar. Her mother is in a .. ‘‘Make her jobless.’’ I muttered, cutting him off.