Page 76 of Heart on Ice

Harper has arrived with Issy, and I must remember to keep my hands to myself. This is the first time we’ve been out in public together. I’m so used to being able to freely touch her that all I want to do is walk up to her, pull her into my arms, and kiss her but that would earn me a knee to the balls. She looks beautiful in a black wrap dress that accentuates her body, dipping low exposing her gorgeous tits. I am going to slowly unwrap her out of that dress when we get home.Get your mind out of the gutter St. Pierre, it isn’t a good look stepping out onto the stage in front of the world’s media with a boner.I watch in slow motion as Issy makes her way over to where Marcus and I are standing.

“You came?” I say to her, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I wouldn’t miss your big moment,” she says, her cheeks blooming with a blush.

“I’m freaking out,” I tell her. She reaches out and touches my arm and I know she is trying to keep the connection between us without looking suspicious.

“You’ve got this. You have stood in front of these things a million times,” she reassures me.

“Not right after a scandal.”

“You don’t have to answer questions about you or Kitty,” she says my exes name with gritted teeth. Someone ducks their head out of the curtain and gives me a thumbs up, I guess they are ready for me. “Good luck out there. Everyone is about to lose their minds.” She grins before excusing herself and heading back over to where Harper and Meadow are standing.

“This is it, Pierre. The next phase of your new life,” Marcus says, clapping me on the back.

“I’m ready,” I tell him. Just hope Issy is too.

Everyone lost their minds.The sports media were shocked when I came out and announced I would be joining The Mavericks, after Felix’s press conference. It felt amazing sitting beside my little brother as we bantered back and forth with the media. Sitting there and watching Felix confidently answer hard questions about his personal life gave me the strength to do the same when they asked me about mine. Overall, it was a huge success.

And that’s how we have ended up at some club in the VIP section that Sam Rose arranged.

“Congratulations to your freedom,” Sam says, raising his shot of tequila high. “And congratulations to my new wingman.”He grins. Never going to happen. My eyes fall on Issy, who doesn’t look happy. We all throw back our shots. Felix and Harper are on the dance floor together in their own little world, and I wish so much that I could do that with Issy. But she’s right when she says if our friends knew, they would assume we were back together again, and the pressure of labelling ourselves would be put on us and I won’t do anything that will jeopardize my relationship with Issy again. Meadow, Kimberly, and Issy are in a corner talking together while sipping on champagne.

“There he is, the man of the hour, Pierre St. Pierre.” Sam grins as he brings over four beautiful women to our area of the VIP section, obviously not needing any wingman help. “This man just got his heart broken, so he’s looking for someone to help put it back together again.” The girls all ooh and ahh as I shake their hands. My eyes always land on where Issy is sitting, and she isn’t impressed. Thanks Sam.

“So, you’re a hockey player?” one of the girls says, sliding up beside me.

“Yes, I am,” I answer, grabbing my beer and taking a sip, feeling very uncomfortable.

“That’s so cool. I love hockey.” She grins.

“Oh really? Who’s your favorite player?” I ask her.

“Um, oh you know … um … you,” she says brightly. I may have been in a relationship the last couple of years, but I know when someone is bullshitting me.

“Thanks. I appreciate my fans.” I grin and glare at Sam who thinks this is hilarious.

The night continues disastrously, I’m stuck entertaining these women, pretending to be interested in whatever mundane story they are telling, something about being flown out to Dubai to party. They show me their social media profiles which makes me cringe, but I smile and nod as they slide past their thirst trap photos. Something that I realized Kitty used to do to my friends.

When I look up, I notice Issy is talking to a man in a suit, and she’s laughing, placing her hand on his chest, and leaning in as he talks to her. Is she flirting with this guy? My knuckles turn white as I grip my beer bottle. He looks like some finance bro. Is that her type? Sam notices the scowl on my face and follows my line of sight. He gets up and moves the girls out of his way, and sits beside me.

“Is she the reason you’re not interested in these women?” he asks.

“No,” I snap, throwing back my beer.

“You look like you are about to murder that guy.” He chuckles.

“Just looking out for a friend,” I tell him.

“Sure, it is. These women are raring to go, man, they would make a great rebound.” He elbows me.

“No offence, but these women are carbon copies of my ex. I’m not interested.” I sip on my drink.

“But they’re hot.” He chuckles.

“They are all yours,” I tell him.

“You’re the best wingman.” He smirks. “If you don’t like that guy talking to Issy, why don’t you do something about it?”

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