Page 10 of The Puck Secret

Most of the time if we go out anywhere, it’s because Hallie secured us an invitation to something she feels comfortable with. I usually only get to invite her to boring family stuff that she is used to attending from back when we were growing up, so I know she is intrigued.

“Josh invited me to a party at his house, he said I need to get out more.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, and thankfully she doesn’t question my brother’s interest in my social life, but I don’t miss the way her eyes lighten at the mention of my brother’s name.

“Wait, we’re going to a hockey party?” There is some reservation in her voice, but if I’m not mistaken, there is also an edge of excitement, and to my surprise, when I nod she squeals.

Jumping off the sofa she crushes me in a tight hug that takes me by surprise. “Oh my god I’m so excited!” When she pulls back I smile at her, but she just rushes past me. “Well, come on, what are we waiting for, we need to get ready and make plans. Like what are we gonna wear? Are we walking there? What time are we coming home? Are we drinking? How many people do you think will be there?”

All of her questions have me smiling as I trail after her, and when I don’t respond she pauses, eyeing me with a knowing look. “Okay, we can talk more about Sad Brad and your stalker tomorrow, but tonight let’s just have some fun, deal?”

I guess I can’t argue with that. I nod, following her upstairs, leading her to my bedroom to let her appraise the outfits already waiting on my bed. She waits while I try on a few different options, before we settle on a satin blue dress that compliments my hair and eyes. Then we head to her room and do the same thing there, until she picks out one of her favorite black dresses. By the time we are done, both our rooms look like a clothes explosion took place, but that’s tomorrow's problem to worry about. I head back to the kitchen and grab us both a drink, before moving back to my room to finish getting ready.

By the time I have my hair done and my makeup almost complete, I have a small buzz going on, and I am actually starting to look forward the party. I’m sitting in my satin robe, adding some finishing touches to my eyes, when I hear my phone chime from where it sits on my dresser, indicating that I have a new message. I’d like to pretend that I don’t almost break a leg rushing over to see who it’s from, but that would be a big, dirty lie.

The Lonely Charm: Did my body offend you Grim?

Yes, I think instantly, but there is no way I am telling him that. To be honest I am surprised he sent another message considering I have basically ghosted him all day, but I can’t be mad about his double texting. In fact, I hate how charming I find him, and his stupid abs, but the smile on my face can’t be denied. Although I’m not quite sure how to tell him that his thirst trap made me choke on my taco. Screw it, this started because of a truth so why stop now.

Maddie: I may or may not have choked on a taco ??

I smile as I hit send, finding myself hilarious as I take my phone back to my vanity, so I can sit down and take another sip of my drink. I watch the bubbles appear to show he is typing, and when the ding of a new message sounds out, I’m not ashamed to admit it is quickly becoming an addictive sound since last night.

The Lonely Charm: Is that a euphemism?

Maddie: Unfortunately not

The Lonely Charm: Then I think I like you Grim

My smile fades, because I know if he met me in real life he wouldn’t say that. I’m not the type of girl someone like him would want. Yes, I guess I consider myself to be beautiful, and that’s not being big-headed, it’s just a fact, but that’s all people ever see. It’s the blond hair, the blue eyes, the boobs that most men spend all their time talking to, it’s all they see. Beauty and my last name. A last name that could change to something even more obnoxious if my father gets his own way.

Before I can decide whether I am going to reply and keep this ridiculous text chain going, another message comes through from him.

The Lonely Charm: And don’t worry, that picture was a freebie. You can use it to choke on your taco anytime ??

A freebie, I scoff at his blatant audacity, whether he has the abs to back it up or not, his attitude definitely needs taking down a peg or two. My eyes flick up to my reflection in the mirror, my hair is perfectly waved and although I’m not dressed yet, I am sitting in a matching set of white lace underwear that is only covered by my silk robe.

An idea starts to form in my head, and I quickly glance towards the door to make sure Hallie is still in her room, before I look back at my phone. Taking a deep breath, I slip open my robe to show off my upper torso, and then I open the camera app on my phone and angle it above me, so it’s just focused below my neck. I arch my back and pose to show off my toned stomach and breasts, letting the image cut off before it dips down to my panties, and the flash creates the perfect filter to hide any obvious things that would indicate it was me.

Not that anyone would be able to recognize me. I have never sent a picture like this before, and I don’t know why I’m doing it now. There is just something freeing and fun about this whole situation, and when I feel like the walls of my life are going to be closing in on me, I can’t think of a better distraction.

I fire off the message before I can change my mind and then turn off my phone like the chicken I am, downing the rest of my drink just as Hallie appears. She is already dressed, so I make quick work of doing the same. Finishing my makeup and slipping into my dress, grabbing some heels and jewelry on the way out of my room. Hallie passes me a shot of tequila which I down without pause, and when I just shrug as she stares at me, it makes her smile.

“Tonight is going to be fun!” she squeals!

I’m exhausted after last night’s game, and my workout and practice this morning, but I still let Archer and the others drag me out anyway. The party is already in full swing at one of the other hockey houses, but I can’t seem to pull my attention away from my phone. My mystery girl is proving to be more interesting than I thought, even after she ghosted me for half the day. I probably should have left it there, but I couldn’t resist sending one more message, and was surprised she even responded.

I am enjoying teasing her, but when another message comes through and I look down at my phone, I choke on my drink and end up spitting it all over Archer.

He jumps away from me. “What the fuck man!” he curses, wiping off his shirt, but my eyes remain focused on the image and words in front of me.

Grim: One thing you should know about me, Charmer… I always pay my debts!

*Image attached*

A pair of lace covered tits stare back at me, and I have to bite back the groan that rises in my throat. They’re fucking perfect, round and perky, and tanned against the white fabric encasing them. I want them to be in front of me, so I can dip down and smash my face into them like pillows I would gladly let suffocate me. I mean, all tits are pretty great, but these ones are fucking fantastic.

My complete ignoring of Archer brings him back over to my side like a damn puppy dog, and he curses again, “Fuck, who do those beauties belong to?”

Our other teammate Reign also joins us, flicking his stare down to my phone. “None of the puck bunnies I know,” he says casually. “Trust me I’ve checked.” Alexander Reign is the definition of a ladies man. He could charm his way into any girl's bed, and well, he pretty much has. It also doesn’t hurt that his dad is some tech billionaire and his mom is a fucking British supermodel which has given him an endless supply of money and half an accent. To make matters worse, I’ve seen him in the shower. That fucker is blessed in every part of his life.

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