‘What’s your name?’

That’s how it started. Those three little words is what started our little story.

I was at Lava, like I always am after I attend a Pens game, and having a blast. I was slightly drunk, but knew what I was doing, dancing around with whoever or by myself and drinking martini after martini. I was the kind of girl that didn’t need to be around a group of friends to have fun, I could do that all by myself. Just give me music, a drink in my hand and I was set.

After a few songs, my drink was empty and I was in desperate need for a refill, so I left the dance floor, and the young, good looking gentleman that I started to dance with and went to the bar to get anything to quench my thirst. After I downed half of my drink and in mid sip, a strong whiff of Giorgio Armani filled my nostrils, I turned to my left to see the stunning Kris Letang. Admittedly, I almost choked and spit out my drink, but I cleared my throat and laughed at myself for actually doing that.

“Sorry,” he laughed and handed me a napkin.

“That’s so embarrassing,” I laughed at myself and accepted the napkin he offered and wipped my face.

“What’s you’re name?” He asked turning on his bar stool with his hand slightly extended towards me.

“Rylee,” I responded placing my hand in his and giving it a firm shake.

“Nice,” he nodded dropping our hands. “Kris…”

“I know who you are,” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, really?” He looked at me with wide eyes. “You don’t see, too thrilled about that.”

“You’re on my TV almost every night, because you shoot a puck at a net, nothing fancy,” I responded and took another sip from my martini.

“So you’re a fan?” He smiled, that actually made me gawk slightly, but I quickly recovered and nodded.

“I honestly believe if I lived here and I wasn’t a fan of any sport, I’d be mugged on a daily basis.” I joked, but it must of been good, because he ate it up and laughed loudly, while he pushed his hair back.

“Your drink looks a little empty, let me buy you another.” He shook his head and raised his hand, getting the bartenders attention quickly as I just sat there, staring at him thinking,

‘What am I getting myself into?’

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“Alright,” he laughed for the millionth time tonight. “You just became one of my favorite people,” he laughed again. “Yes, Max is a good friend of mine, but once we step foot onto the ice, he’s one of the many people I want to pumple,” he smiled over at me as I thought about how his smile is so breathtaking. I literally have no idea how I am able to keep up with what he’s saying. “So, now that I know you hate every ex-Penguin, I have to ask…”

“Oh, this should be good,” I laughed and leaned against the table that was separating us.

“Who’s your favorite Penguin?” Oh, the smirk on his face could be killer if I was completely intoxicated.

“Not you,” I snorted.

“That was quite a fast answer, are you sure about that, Miss Johnson?” His smirk still on his face. “Am I not likable?”

“No you definitely are,” I nodded as I looked around the club just to get out of where this conversation was most likely going to see random people and some of the Pens’ players still around. “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” He asked leaning against the table, like how I was, just a little bit closer to me. And to be honest, I was coming up empty. He is my favorite Penguin, let alone hockey player, but I have a feeling he’ll eat that up and never let me forget it. “Alright, you don’t have to tell me,” he smiled leaning back and locking his fingers behind his head. Him, unintentionally, showing off his muscles and his tattoo for Luc, he explained earlier in the night. I other context, he looked rather sexy.

Which now that I thought about the time, I grabbed my bag and searched for my phone and once I found it, I hit the home button and looked at the time and nearly pissed myself.

“Oh my God, I need to go,” I blurted out and quickly downed the rest of my drink. “I have to work tomorrow and if I don’t go home and get some sleep, I’ll never hear my alarm and I can’t afford to get fired.” I rambled. I always ramble whenever I’m in a rush. It’s a curse, because I sometimes, almost always, say something that should be kept to myself.

“Alright,” I’m guessing he frowned, but I wasn’t too worried about that right now, I really needed to get home.

“It was nice to meet you, Kris,” I smiled getting up and straightening out my dress and walked to the side of our table. “If you come here often, I’m sure I’ll see you again. Good…” I was cut off by him grabbing my hand and pulling me onto his lap. “Wha…”

“Can I call you sometime?” He asked. His breath hitting my face, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself.

“Just because you’re not my favorite doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about you,” I sorta glared at him.

“And what do you know about me?” He smiled. He’s an ass. He has to see past my ‘you’re not my favorite Penguin’. He has to know that his smile is a weakness.

“I know you’re married or in a serious relationship and that you have a son. I’m not going to mess that up just because some hot guy shows some kind of interest,” I sighed and went to get up, but he held me down.

“I’m in a serious relationship, not married,” he explained. “And yes, I have a son with her, but what’s so wrong with wanting your number?”

“I’m not going to mess up a family,” I shook my head and went to get up again, but he kept his grip on me.

“Rylee, can I please have your number?” He asked as he looked at me with a sincere look.

“Fine,” I sighed and grabbed my phone and held it out for him, as he smiled and did the same. As I typed my number in, I pondered whether I should stage my name, like just incase his girlfriend, serious girlfriend, whatever they are, snoops through his phone, but shrugged it off and just put ‘Rylee Johnson’ in and handed it back to him. “Don’t overuse your welcome,” I teased and went to stand up again, but this guy seriously doesn’t let go until he’s done.

“When can I start?” He smiled handing me my phone but keeping a good grip on it, so I couldn’t take it, making us look each other in the eyes for a good period of time. He’s captivating and it’s not going to end well, I can sense it.

“Whenever you won’t get in trouble with the baby momma,” I whispered and grabbed my phone and finally got to my feet, before turning to face him again, bent down and kissed his cheek. “Good night, Kris Letang.”

“Night,” he responded slightly monotonous, so I took that as my cue to get out of there and get home. I checked the time and mentally groaned because tomorrow is a 12 hour shift day and I’d be lucky if I was going to get three hours of sleep. “Hey, Rylee, wait up!” I heard Kris yell after I got outside into the cool Autumn air.

“What now?” I pretended to be annoyed, but I think he saw that I was happy to talk to him again.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked with the smile he’s been showing me all night.

“And what makes you think I didn’t drive here?”

“Because you have yet to dig for your keys,” he motioned down to my hands, that were in fact empty. “Whatta say?”

---

“This is your place?”

“Not all of us are rich kids like you,” I shrugged. “It’s not much, but I’m the only one living here, so it works.”

“No, I’m not saying it’s not nice, I’m just… I just pictured you being in a better neighborhood.”

“Maybe I’ll marry someone in the mob,” I shrugged again and tossed my bag and keys onto the kitchen counter before I walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of water and once I turned around, his eyes were wide. “Kidding?”“Don’t joke about that,” he shook his head and walked over to me. “Don’t marry someone dangerous.”

“I was kidding,” I giggled. “I’m in my early 20s, marriage is far from my mind.”

“Good,” he whispered and laid his hands onto my waist, making me put my water bottle on the counter behind me and lay my own on his forearms. “Don’t marry anyone,” he continued to whisper as he looked me in the eyes.

“I need a boyfriend to think about marriage, Kris, so I think I won’t,” I teased.

“Just don’t,” he said and pulled me flush against him. “Not anyone.”

“So I’m never allowed to get married?” I laughed and shrugged. “Okay, it saves me money and the hassle.”

“I’m not saying you’re never allowed, I just don’t want you to ever think about marrying some other guy while I’m this close to you.”

Notes

hellllllllllo :)
this is just the introduction really, so please don't judge it just yet
prologue's are usually boring and this is my second prologue ever
and I tried to make it different, so please be kind if it's completely horrible

anyways, I'm Emily *waves like an idiot*
I'm nothing special and since I have nothing to do, I tend to write fanfiction
and my next target is Kris Letang, so let's see how this turns out :P

just an FYI, I don't know how popular this will get, so I don't know when I'll update
I also have two other stories, non-hockey, up and running and speaking from experience, if one does better than the other, I tend to pay attention to that one
and one is really popular, so if this doesn't get a lot of attention, it'll be on the back burner with updates
but I do try to even out updates, but it sometimes never works out well

just in case you want to know my other stories
Louis Tomlinson fanfic - When You Let Your Heart Win
Nathan Sykes fanfic - Lookin' for Love Tonight
(I'm 20 and a fangirl, please don't comment on what a waste of space I am, I already know)

but please continue to chapter one and tell me what you think! :) xxx