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He looks down at me once at his full height, and I am so confused.

“Good night, Angel.” Turning and he is out the door and down the hall he goes.

“Okay” A sigh escapes as I shut the door and throw myself onto my bed flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling lost, confused, unsure of all these new feelings and sensations that are shattering me inside. This is just crazy.

A Tease

Jax

It took everything I had to pull myself away from Macie last night, I didn’t want to, but fuck. I know my limit, I am no little man, and I would have hurt her last night.

That fucking dancing shit had my darkest desires heated, then she had to go pull that shit in her dressing room. I figured it out quick what she was doing at those hours of night, and I started looking into it. And her little friend Natalie slipped up and said Macie worked there.

My girl can fucking dance. I’ve seen her skate, but what she did on that stage, I have never seen her do something like it.

I saw the attention she had on her, all those girls knew how to fucking work it, but my angel, how she touched all over her body, looking like she was fucking the floor, my girl was feeling it.

We have a lot of talking to do.

I haven’t been to sleep, I left when I walked out of her room, to get myself as far away from our house as possible. Which lead me to the rink, and on the ice. Working on some stick and puck handling, running through a few drills, getting my wild energy inside me calmed down.

“What are you doing here so early?” Hearing my father, I stand to my full height and look over to him.

“Practicing, what the fuck does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re fucking working some shit out, what’s going on?” He walks out on the ice, and I look away, slapping my puck into the net.

“Nothing.”

“Go lie to someone else.”

I look over with my lifted brow, “What the hell are you doing here so early?”

“Coaching, my job. And I was woken up by two kids that were sneaking into my house, but they aren’t kids.” He lifts his brow, “Care to explain?”

I want to smile, but I know a fist will connect to my face if I don’t speak my words carefully here, “I drove her home from work.”

“Why were you at her work?”

“Are you going to drill me with questions, or just get to the one that leads to the point?”

“What the fuck are you doing out with Macie?” He barks.

“I told you, brought her home from work.”

“Where is she working at those hours of night?”

I chuckle “Oh, I don’t think that’s information for you to know.”

My father’s brows scrunch together in question before his eyes widen with realization, “No.”

I chuckle, “No, not what you are thinking, but close.” Knowing he is thinking about a strip club.

“I will say no more, and you are going to say nothing to Lisa about it.”

“I won’t lie to her.”

“Okay, you don’t know where or what she does, you just think you know.”

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