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Fight For Love

Unbelievable

~Milan's Point of View~

As I made my way to Causeway Street I thought back to where things had gone sour. What exactly had gone wrong? The night had been going smoothly until she received that picture. No doubt, one of my fans had seen us out. I didn't think there would be anything to worry about at nine at night, it wasn't like it was broad daylight. But then again, this was Boston and the fans were pretty crazy here.

What bothered me the most was that, I could tell she wasn't happy. She was hiding something, living a lie. She put up a cold front and didn't like to let people in, that's why she was so against going out to begin with. Hell, if it weren't for her friends back at the hotel, she would have never come out with me. But there was something going on with that Kris fellow of hers, I just wasn't sure what. Any guy that doesn't talk to his girl when they're in a foreign town is either messing around, an asshole or straight up stupid. Either way, I was determined to find out. First things first, I had to apologize.

As I crossed the street in front of the TD Garden, I hailed a taxi.

"Where to Sir?" the driver asked.

"Westin Copley Place please."

"Yes Sir," he said swerving into traffic. You've got to love Mass driving.

~Renee's Point of View~

Sitting in the back of the limo I thought to myself. What am I going to do to get myself out of this one? We hadn't been on a date, surely Kris would understand that. Better yet, maybe he hadn't seen the picture and I could get away with not saying anything about it. The question was, could I lie to Kris? Could I live with myself knowing that I had a secret from him. If I were in his shoes, I would murder the girl he was with and then castrate him, no matter how innocent the event was. Charity or not, and there was no doubt Kris would feel the same way, so I hoped.

Looking down at my phone I still had yet to receive a message or phone call from him. Surely he couldn't still be out to dinner with Jordan. He had to be home by now. Scrolling through my phone, I found the contact titled Sexy ;), pressed call and held the phone up to my ear. After three rings, Kris picked up;

"H-hello?"he slurred.

"Hey babe," I said uneasy.

"Babe, hey. What's up?"

"Kris are you drunk?"

"Me, no. I'm not drunk, I've only had a couple of drinks."

"Kris! What are you doing the babes are just getting started," a male voice I didn't recognize shouted near the receiver.

"Where are you?"

"I'm out with Jordan."

"Oh really?"I said getting agitated, knowing full well that the voice I had just heard was not Jordan's.

"Yeah really. Now, I'm going to go. I'll call you later," he said almost shouting over the now loud music as he hung up.

"I love you too," I said out loud as I stared at my blank screen.

Was Milan right? Was Kris cheating on me? No, Kris wasn't that kind of guy, at least I didn't think so. As we pulled up to the curb, I felt the car slow down and come to a stop. We had arrived back at the hotel.

Opening the door, I let myself out and made my way up to room 117 in a daze. Just as I was about to open the door I heard someone call my name.

"Renee!"

Turning around I was shocked to find Milan jogging towards me, his coat tails flapping behind him.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I owe you an apology."

"You don't owe me anything. I don't know you and you don't know me. Let's leave it at that shall we," I said turning around to put my key in my door.

"I just want you to know, I'm sorry for being a jerk. I had no right to say those things," he started as I shut my door in his face and leaned up against it, taking a deep breath.

~Milan's Point of View~

As I stood there staring at the now closed door, I was dumbfounded. No one had ever ignored me before, let alone shut a door in my face, especially a female. This was definitely something new to me. This girl was fierce and intimidating. No wonder her boyfriend was sneaking around on her. If she was this hard to apologize to, I can only imagine how hard it must be to get a date with her let alone a little action. Shit.

Turning down the hallway I made my way to my room and knocked on the door. Hopefully Horton would still be awake.

After a brief moment I heard footsteps and he opened the door, "Hey man, how'd it go?"

"Well, it was going fine until I was a dickhead."

"What'd you do?" he asked sitting on the bed, returning to Call of Duty.

"I forgot that fans are always around and I may or may not have been seen with her on a carriage ride."

"And?"

"She has a boyfriend, from the Pittsburgh Penguins."

This got his attention, the game went back to pause.

"You just went out on a date with a Penguins girl? Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"Hey now, in my defense I didn't know that she was with him until afterwards." Well, at least I didn't know how serious they were until afterwards.

"Dude, please tell me it isn't Matt Cooke, that bastard that hurt Savvy."

"No, it's Letang."

"Wow, really? I always thought he was a little on the other side of the fence, with how he is about his hair and what not."

"Could be, the dude didn't call her all night while I was out with her. Then when I brought that up to her she got even more pissed at me."

"Did you try apologizing?"

"Yeah, got the door slammed in my face."

"Ouch,that's cold. Well dude, there's only one thing to do."

"What's that?"

"Move on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, especially for us professional athletes."

"I know, there is just, something about her."

"Uh-huh," he said focusing on his game once more.

Stripping down to my boxers I got underneath the covers and put my arms behind my head. There had to be something I could do, some way to make her listen to me. But what? I laid there for at least another hour,while Nate played his game against Seguin and Kampfer in the next room. They must have been kicking his ass because all I kept hearing was 'Fucking assholes.'

Around three in the morning he called it quits and shut out the lights, to which I finally was able to drift off to sleep.

Comments

I realize it is an older story and I'm sorry for seeming snarky but it is very frustrating to read these stories, find that they aren't finished and then realize that they probably will never be!

Polarvortex Polarvortex
1/15/21

This is an older story, but I could potentially post an update sometime soon :) I wasn't sure any of these stories still got any foot traffic, so any updates have fallen by the wayside.

StephThyng StephThyng
12/9/20

So I guess it's safe to assume this will never be updated?

Polarvortex Polarvortex
11/1/20