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I flinched, wondering how Tomás felt about our father at his practice offering advice that was probably not relevant because they didn’t even play the same position. Sometimes I felt for my brother, but he played into the golden child persona too much and that made my father smother him. That’s another reason I didn’t play football, because my father and I didn’t get along and it was even worse when he pitted Tomás and I against each other.

The door to the suite opened as two beautiful women walked in with my father’s old teammate, Luke Malone. My cheeks flushed red when I remembered seeing him and the two women at the start of this season. Luke introduced Camila, his wife andGenevieve, leaving out what I knew; she was their girlfriend. If we are being technical, their Mistress.

“This is my son who is playing for the Yetis this year,” my father said, waving me over, but he had a look of don’t fuck this up.

That might be hard when I knew what this throuple did behind closed doors.

“Hi, pleasure to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand to Genevieve first, then Camila and finally Luke.

“Nice to meet you too,” Genevieve said, as she scrutinized me.

I realized I might have fucked up. When you met a dom/domme with their partners you always said hello to the dom/domme first, their switch, and then the submissive. Camilla and Luke didn’t seem to notice, but Genevieve watched me as we finished with introductions.

Giving my best smile, I walked back to my plate hoping she wouldn’t say anything. I sat on one of the sofas, digging in before my father made another comment. More people started to enter the suite and soon it felt like the space was too small.

“I’m so glad there is food,” Luke said, sitting next to me with two plates of food.

I was almost done with my first plate, and I wasn’t nearly full enough. It wasn’t the best food to be eating, but I needed food to make me feel better.

“Me too,” I said, wiping my mouth, feeling someone sit on my other side and I knew who it was before I looked over.

She looked around the room before turning her gaze to me. We stared at each other before I lowered my eyes, giving her what she wanted.

“I knew it,” she said, looking over my shoulder.

“Lucky guess,” Luke said.

“I’m assuming no one knows?” she asked and I shook my head. “You seem too young to be in the scene.”

“I played hockey in Minnesota and I kind of fell into it,” I said, taking my last bite.

“You mean fell on her or him?” Genevieve chuckled.

I couldn’t help but laugh because she wasn’t wrong. “I guess you could say that, she picked me up at a party we snuck into,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Monica was her name, and it was fun while it lasted.”

“Switch?” She looked me up and down.

“Yes Mis—Ma’am,” I said, almost letting out the word mistress.

“You’re adorable. Would her name happen to be Monica Lopez?”

Of course, Genevieve would know her. “Yes.”

“Have you visited the establishment here?” she asked as Camila brought her a drink and sat on the other side of Luke

“On Admirer’s Night,” I said, looking for my dad and relaxing a bit as he was on the other side of the room.

“Makes sense, and that’s how you knew about us?” Luke asked.

“Yeah, the anonymity of that night was great,” I said, taking a sip of my water.

“That was a great night,” Camila sighed like she was remembering the night. “Oh, your teammate Hunter was there too.”

I stilled at the information.

“I didn’t see him, and I didn’t know he was in the community,” I said, trying to play it cool.

“He’s a switch just like you,” Genevieve said, looking me over again like she was looking for something. “You two might get along.”

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