Page 118 of Finding the Forward: Part One
On the tiny screen of AJ’s phone, we watched as Freddie blocked another goal for Southern United as they played the New York Rockets. I made a face.
Freddie, my ex, was my least favorite player in all the domestic leagues.
“Wow, someone’s going to get a shutout game,” AJ remarked.
As we watched both the game on his phone, and the hockey game below us, he worked on his laptop. I watched as he moved around my investments to make them more in line with my financial goals. AJ was genuinely a nice guy, and I loved his fashion sense.
Grif told me to trust AJ, so I was. It had to be better than what I’d done on my own. The only reason I even had them wasbecause at one point I’d gotten a tiny inheritance. So, I’d shoved it in an investment account so the parents couldn’t take it like they had my education fund. Which had mostly been money I’d earned while modeling as a teenager.
“Unfortunately, Dean won’t be so lucky.” I glanced at the ice below us. Dean dropped to the ice, stopping the puck. While he blocked this shot, the Portland Sasquatches had scored already.
I’d been hoping to see astuffie shutout shootout,which was something involving stuffed toys when he got a shutout home game. Adorable.
However, the Portland Sasquatches werenothere to play. Then again, Grif had ‘robbed’ them of the finals last year when they’d lost to the Hurricanes.
The Knights had also lost their last game, which had been quite the upset. So they had a lot to prove tonight.
“Blowjobs for shutouts is not a hockey thing that I have ever heard of.” AJ looked debonair as always, in a custom suit, sunglasses on his head, and a watch that cost more than a car gleaming on his wrist.
Well-dressed people filled AJ’s company box at the arena. Several people, including a woman in a red suit, gave me and my Knights hoodie the side-eye. I wore cute slacks and accessorized appropriately, though I had my usual sneakers.
I missed cute shoes.
“It’s a collegiate fútbol thing, at least in the division I played in,” I replied. “I made the horrible mistake of briefly dating my goalie arch-nemesis.”
Who was going to get that shutout blowjob from whoever was unfortunately dating him now.
The blonde alpha woman in the red suit strode over to us, giving me a once over. “Alex, I don’t believe I’ve met your new client.”
By the way the buttoned-up alpha looked down her pale, freckle-less nose at me, I clearly wasn’t AJ’s usual. Creed had told me that when I’d mentioned who AJ worked for.
“Oh, she’s with my packmate Grif. We’ll move down to the family section soon. Just trying to get a few things done first,” AJ said offhandedly, still working on his laptop.
Wow. His admission meant everything.
“Verity.” I held out a hand.
“Myra.” She shook, her handshake firm.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,CBs at it again,” someone yelled from the other side. “International markets are going crazy.”
“Shit. Of course, they’re doing it after hours here.” Myra darted off to her laptop.
“Sorry, Princess. I’ll finish this in a moment. Compass BioTek is on the move, again.” AJ minimized the screen he’d been working on and pulled up another.
“Oh, is it the nano computer project?” Their implantable quantum microcomputers, in conjunction with their ultra-secure communication project, were going to revolutionize coronary medicine.
AJ looked up from his computer. “A project with Strauss Chemical. But we’re going to circle back to that.”
“Oh,thatproject.” They’d been working on it for ages. Mumsy worked for Strauss but not on that project.
Most everyone in the box was on their phones or computers. Those who looked like clients went to grab a drink or some food from the sumptuous buffet. A glance at the clock on the ice told me that the hockey game was about to go to intermission.
The fútbol game was still unfortunately a shutout for Southern United.Come on New York, you can score against Freddie. It’s not that hard.If you knew how to distract him.
I texted my big sister.
Me
