CAUGHT BETWEEN THE HOCKEY BROTHERS

“I f*****g got in !” My scream echoed through my bedroom . For about three seconds , I stood frozen staring at my phone …. Trying to figure out if my eyes were deceiving me . Then I screamed again. “I actually got INNNNNNN!” I jumped onto my bed so hard that all of my pillows flew onto the floor. My heart was beating so fast that I could barely breathe. The email was still open . “Congratulations, Arianna Sinclair.” I covered my mouth with one hand . “We are pleased to inform you that your transfer application to St. Clair’s University has been approved.” I laughed so hard that tears dropped down my face. I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s finally happening . I was going to St.Clair’s. One of the most prestigious universities in the country . A school packed with people from wealthy and influential backgrounds. Elites. I dropped onto my bed and pressed my phone against my chest. My fingers were moving before I could stop myself . I was already calling my best friend, Camille. She didn’t answer. I called again . Camille Beaumont had exactly five seconds before I started calling every member of her family. On the third call she finally picked up . “Arianna! What the f**k do you want from me ?! It’s 1am, for Christ sake .” “That doesn’t matter” I squealed in excitement. “Then what matters ?” “I got in !” I smiled so hard . “Shut up!” She screamed in disbelief. “I’m serious as f**k ! I really got in .” We both screamed in synchronized excitement. I sat down again pulling the phone away from my ear. “Oh my God!” Camille shouted . “Oh my God , you are actually coming to St.Clair’s !” “I know ,right?” I giggled. “So you are moving in with me right ?” I blinked . “Moving in with you? What happened to your roommate ?” “She got an opportunity to intern for a famous designer brand in Paris .” “Apparently she would be staying there for the rest of the semester.” “Wait , Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” My mouth fell open . “So you are telling me , we can be roomies ?” I screamed high pitched . “I can’t f*****g wait! I’m so excited.” “So am I bestie… I’ll talk to you later” Camille went quiet for some seconds . “You know who else goes to St. Clair’s?” I knew exactly what she meant . “Don’t start, Camille!” She laughed . “Luca Valmontttt!” I fell backward onto my bed . “I hate youuuuu!” She almost died of laughter. “I love you too b***h !” “f**k off!” I ended the call. I had known Luca for years. Long enough to know his favorite brand of whiskey. Long enough to know what he looked like when he wanted something. And unfortunately for me , I had spent most of those years hopelessly in love with him. The problem? Luca had absolutely no idea . Or at least . That’s what I thought. The next day I ran down to inform my family at the breakfast table. “I got into St.Clair’s!” I exclaimed. “What!?” My dad jumped to his feet. “I actually did!” “I’m so proud of you princess.” My dad hugged me tight. I was my daddy’s little princess .. he’d do anything for me . “You deserve a gift . You can have my card , Get anything you want.” “Thank you , daddy .” ***** Three weeks later , I hopped out of my Rolls Royce and stood outside St.Clair’s University with my sunglasses resting on top my head . The campus looked just like the pictures, I was quite impressed. Massive stone buildings stood beneath a bright blue sky, surrounded by perfectly maintained lawns and tall trees. Students moved around in small groups , laughing and talking . A black sports car drove past me . Then another . Yep. Definitely St.Clair’s. “Hey aren’t you Arianna Sinclair ?!” A student asked me . “Yh I am .” “Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan of you and your fashion style, can I have a pic with you?” “Of course!” I posed for a picture with her . And she walked away after thanking me . I barely had enough time to turn around before someone crashed into me. I laughed as Camille threw her hands around my neck. “You are trying to kill me.” I gasped. “I missed you !” “I missed you too!” “Let’s get you settled in… we have a party to attend tonight .” Camille still hadn’t changed. My driver assisted in moving my bags , so did Camille . In no time , I was settled in our private suite . “Look at this ! Roman will be attending this party, he is so hot !” Camille handed me her phone . Luca’s older stepbrother. The two of them looked nothing alike. Roman was Roman. Tall. Broad-Shouldered. Grey-eyed. Intimidating. And completely impossible to read. “Why is he coming though?” I asked. “Because he is the life of the party , and every party he attends always hits” “Hmm” That was all I said . We got dolled up and headed out to the party . It was a full house party. Cars were parked everywhere. I went in and the first person I saw was Roman Valmont. Camille walked away leaving me on my own . He had changed a lot since the last time we met. I totally understood why all the girls seemed to lose their minds around him . He stood near the bar , towering over almost everyone around him. But I weirdly caught his eye on me. I cut eye contact with him and went in search of a drink. “Is that the almighty Ari?!” I turned around and it was Luca . Out of excitement I gave him a hug . “You look hot … it’s good to see you here “ “Thanks! You look good too” Just as he was about to say something He received a text. “Umm… I have something to do . I’ll be back soon.” He walked away into the shadows . After dancing with a bunch of strangers and having sudden conversations with people. I realized it’s been over 30minutes . Camille was nowhere to be found . Luca was nowhere to be found either. Neither was Roman . I left the dance floor in search of Camille . After searching the whole ground floor I moved upstairs . I walked down the hallway quietly. Just when the music stopped . A breathless moan slipped through the air . “Yes right there.” It sounded quite familiar. My body froze. “f**k ! You’re incredible !” Out of curiosity I went closer . The door was slightly open. I pushed it open slowly and quietly . And to my surprise I saw Luca thrusting deep into my best-