Alric's pov
Hell was waiting to have my coach burn down deep.
Why the f**k does he have to interrupt me in my private moment? It was one of those rare times Elara finally broke her self-control and let it be.
I was so deep in enjoying that f*****g moment.
“Relax, Alric. You got a lot to do, so I had to interrupt,” he said casually.
I scoffed, running a hand through my hair, trying to steady the mess in my head.
“Interrupt?” I muttered under my breath, flashing him a crooked smirk. “Damn, man, you didn’t interrupt, you murdered my moment.”
He raised a brow, unfazed as always.
“Oh? Last I checked, this is a hockey arena, not your personal dating ground.”
“Dating?” I let out a low chuckle. “Trust me, if I was dating, you’d know. The whole city would know.”
He crossed his arms, givi
