Page 57 of Villainous Kingpin
It was better if I left her thinking it was about that. We got caught. Uncle Liam just about lost his shit.
Shifting my head, I focused on the ceiling again, worry swarming my mind. Why couldn’t I stay on the East Coast? Derek, my skating partner, could relocate here for a bit and I could have skating, Bas, and my friends. After all, the property we want to buy for the school would be on this coast.
“Tell me, Wyn,” Davina interrupted my scattered thoughts. “I’m worried about you.”
A heavy sigh slipped through my lips. I dug my skates, picking at the ice as I folded my legs. “I don’t want to go back to California,” I admitted. “My mom won’t come-”
Finding another coach wasn’t an option. Not that I could afford it. My inheritance wouldn’t kick in until I was twenty-five or married. But even more importantly, I couldn’t do that to my mother. The Olympic gold was for her as much as for me. It was her dream to skate but a freak accident while she was pregnant with me had fucked up her knee and she could never recover.
She never talked about it, but it damaged her more than physically. It killed my father. The details were vague and I never asked her again about what happened, seeing the pain on my mother’s face. Though, I always pondered on it. She said her accident happened in New York but refusing to visit your hometown for twenty years seemed a bit extreme. Unless, there was more to it.
There had to be more to it. What had really happened? Was it connected to the death of Juliette’s parents and Uncle’s best friends?
“I see.” Davina’s gaze met mine, and somehow, I sensed she saw more than I wanted her to.
Slapping my hands on the ice, I grunted softly as I got onto my feet, balancing on my blades. It was then that I spotted Bas at the exit of the rink. He looked almost out of place, dressed in his dark three-piece-suit and his coal dark hair that glistened like he just took a shower.
Our eyes connected and butterflies fluttered in my belly as warmth spread through my chest. I just couldn’t give him up. I loved him. So fucking much that I didn’t feel whole without him.
“Your Bas is here,” Davina announced unnecessarily. I acknowledged her, keeping my eyes on Bas and my lips curved into a smile for the first time since I woke up today. He made me happy.
“Well, at least he can get you off the ice,” she teased. “Your triple Salchows can wait.”
I didn’t bother correcting her that my last jump was a 3L. Instead, we headed towards the short wall surrounding the rink.
“Ouch,” I mumbled under my breath. Now that adrenaline wasn’t pumping through my veins, I could feel the ache in my muscles and bones. Falling on the ice was a bitch.
“You're taking my Jeep, right?” I asked, rubbing my left hip as we approached the gate, and where my skate guards were.
“Yes.” She’d go back to Uncle Liam and then they’d go see Davina’s grandfather to announce the news of their marriage. I was happy for them, though a tad bit envious. “He’s hot,” she added quietly.
“He’s great.” So much more than just hot. So thoughtful and kind. Even his crazy psychotic ways made me swoon over him.
Once we reached him, Davina greeted him. “Hello.”
“Hello,” he greeted her back in a deep voice, but his eyes never left me. I loved the way he watched me. Intense. Consuming. Possessive.
“I’ll talk to you later, Wyn.” Davina pressed a kiss on my cheek and my eyes looked her way.
“Sounds good,” I said. Davina headed out and I returned my eyes back to Bas. “You’re early,” I murmured softly.
He grabbed my nape, threading his fingers into my hair, and then buried his face in my neck inhaling deeply.
“I missed you,” he rasped.
A masculine noise of satisfaction vibrated through his chest and I could feel it deep down between my thighs.
“I missed you too,” I admitted.God, I can’t leave him. Just the thought of it made my heart ache and made me want to scream in agony.
He glanced behind me. “What made you want to ice skate?”
I shrugged my shoulders. I should tell him it was for competitions, what I’d always done, but for some reason I didn’t feel like it. I liked that he didn’t know who I was and he still loved me.
“I used to skate in college,” he added and my eyes widened. “Hockey,” he clarified.
“The fearless kingpin played hockey,” I mused incredulously. “When did you have time to play? And why aren’t the reporters all over that one?” I teased.
He nipped my bottom lip. “In the morning, I’d practice. Then at night, I was the kingpin. Unless there was a game.”
