Captive

“The media went into a frenzy. They’re already speculating, and pictures of you together have been circulating since November. Everyone is rooting for you to be ‘in love’,” Mario said.

I listened intently as Mario, Sidney, and Nathalie discussed how we’re going to survive the insanity and the hype around us. Unlike me, they are all well-versed in the subject having been in the public eye for so long.

“Jenna said that what happened to us is a perfect “Hollywood plot.” She has a plan for us to stay on the down low. The media don’t even know that Mia is here and we would like to keep it that way for as long as possible,” Sidney said.

“Jenna your publicist?” I asked and he nodded.

“I will meet with her tomorrow after practice,” he said, then he shook his head and smiled. He looked at me, then at his second family, emotions clouding his hazel eyes.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Nathalie asked with a tilt of her head.

“It’s just… I’ve been waiting to get back on the ice with the team for so long, and tomorrow… I…”

I took his hand in mine and struggled to keep my eyes dry. He turned in his seat and hugged me, burying his face in my hair.

I rubbed his back, “you’re ready,” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. Mario and Nathalie came to our side. Mario ruffled his hair while Nathalie patted his shoulders affectionately.

“You’ll practice with the team this week and next week you will be all set for your first game,” Mario said, taking a seat next to his second son.

*****

“I’ll be spending some time with the guys after practice,” Sidney announced as he entered the living room, a large duffle bag on his shoulder. “Don’t forget, Nathalie said to drop by at 12 for lunch. Anne will take you.”

“So, Catherine is Letang’s wife and Anna is Malkin’s?”

He nodded, “they’re so eager to meet you. They’re great. I’m sure you’re gonna love them.”

Tossing my phone on the couch, I hugged him tightly and kissed his lips.

“Good luck for practice. Not that you need it,” I winked.

He pecked my lips a few times, “I’ll see you in the evening.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he whispered back. With that, he left and Anne appeared. She must have been lurking in the lobby, waiting patiently for our private moment to be over.

“Hi, is this a good time, Ma’am?”

“What’s up, Anne?”

“I would like to go over a few security matters with you.”

I spent my first morning in Pittsburgh learning the ins and outs of our security system and transportation protocols. Anne also gave me a few pointers in certain anticipated scenarios, like when being followed by a reporter or a ‘civilian’. She also programmed an app on my new custom smart watch that will alert her, Jason, and the right people following specific vocal commands.

At noon, my personal companion dropped me off at the Lemieux’s. Clutching a bottle of wine that Sidney recommended, I rang the doorbell. I was nervous. I barely knew Nathalie and I was about to meet two of the closest people to Sidney without him around. I heard many stories about Kris, Geno and their better halves. I liked them already.

“Hello Mia!” Nathalie exclaimed, engulfing me in a big hug. She kissed my cheeks and took the bottle from my hands. “You didn’t have to. This is like Sid’s second home. You’re not a guest here, okay?” she spoke sweetly and I nodded a thank you.

Hanging my coat, I heard chatter in the foyer.

“Hi Mia,” a blond with piercing blue eyes and a kind smile waved at me.

“Hi, you must be Catherine,” I said giving her a friendly hug.

“It’s great to finally meet you,” she said. “This is Anna Malkin, Geno’s wife.”

Anna Malkin was so tall, she had to bend down to greet me.

“Nice to meet you, Mia. Heard so much about you,” she said and winked.

These two looked like they’ve come straight out of a vogue magazine with their styled hair, perfect make-up, manicured hands, fancy jewelry, and expensive clothes. I was wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a grey cardigan. My hair was in a ponytail, my nail trimmed, and my make-up non-existent, so was my jewelry. The contrast was striking to say the least.

“So, how do you like it so far?” Catherine asked as we settled in the Lemieux’s family room.

“I just got here yesterday. It’s early to tell,” I said.

They exchanged looks as if that was not the answer they were expecting. Was I supposed to lie to make conversation?

“Well, it’ll take some time to adjust,” Nathalie spoke kindly.

“Sid must be excited to get back out there with the team,” Anna said.

“He is,” I said.

“He must have been going out of his mind in the past few months,” Catherine said with a chuckle.

“He missed it, yeah.”

“Will you be going to games?” Anna asked curiously.

“Not anytime soon. I need to keep a low profile. As far as the media is concerned, I’m still in Halifax.”

“I can imagine how crazy it will be if you get spotted at the arena,” Anna mused.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, everyone wants that confirmation that you two are together. So far, it’s nothing but speculation,” Anna replied.

“You’re right,” I sighed. “How did you two handle the attention at first?”

“Honey, Kris and Geno are not Sid. I don’t think we can relate to what is awaiting you. Also, it’s one thing if you two have met under normal circumstances, but it’s a whole other story with how you two got together. I can’t begin to imagine how you’re gonna avoid the attention, and…”

Catherine stopped mid-sentence, likely catching the horrified look plastered across my face.

“But that’s why we’re here. You have friends who are there for you,” she added quickly.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and shook my head. I looked around the room and was met with three pairs of eyes full of sympathy.

“Mia, you two have overcome so much,” Nathalie said, sitting at my side. “I’m sure you will get through this. The hype will fade eventually.”

I couldn’t believe that this unlikely trio will be my support system while in Pittsburgh. I come from a whole other world. Theirs is foreign and for me to conquer still.

During lunch, the topic of my job – that was currently on hold – was of interest. They wanted to know “what is it like?” to be a military woman in a warzone. Then the inevitable topic of my relationship with Sidney came up.

“I can tell you one thing, I never thought I’d see the day Sid would have a live-in girlfriend,” Catherine mused.

“Why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Well, hockey always came first. A girlfriend would be a distraction,” Anna answered.

“Your abduction has changed his perspectives for sure. He must have realized that there is more to life than just his career,” Mario said, appearing out of the blue.

He passed around the room greeting everyone, then settled and draped his arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“He had a great practice. Hasn’t lost his touch,” Mario said with a broad smile. “Lots of media and staff, but he was not paying them any attention. He was laser-focused in each drill.”

I felt tears blurring my vision. I fetched my phone and texted him. I was so glad it went well. He was very nervous. I couldn’t wait to see him. All eyes were on me as I wiped my eyes and stood up.

“It was lovely meeting you all and thanks for lunch, Nathalie.” I said as I gave our host a warm hug. “I have a lot of unpacking to do and some paperwork to take care of.”

Before I got the chance to say my goodbyes to the rest of the group, Nathalie put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sid’s lawyer will take care of your paperwork and you have help at home for the unpacking,” Nathalie pointed out. “This is not the military, Mia. Let them spoil you. You earned it.”

“Thanks, Nathalie. I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” I said politely.

“Nonsense. Now let me take you on the exclusive tour of Sid’s quarters when he lived with us,” she said with a wink.

God bless her. I did was not ready to go back to an empty mansion just yet.

Later in the car on the way back to the house, I got a text from Sid: the boys want to have a drink at Geno’s. May be home late.

It seemed that the afternoon wasn’t enough for the “boys”. I sighed and decided that Nathalie was right. I deserved some pampering. So that evening spent alone, I asked Anne to buy me some bath salts and scented candles. I was so relaxed that I have fallen asleep in the jacuzzi. I opened my eyes to the sound of the drain opening.

“Hey baby,” Sid said with a lopsided grin. “Mind if I join?”

He was naked, feet in the jacuzzi, and dick ready to go. I bit my lips and shook my head. He leaned down and kissed me hard. The water level got low enough that he kneeled in, straddling my hips, and pushed the drain closed with his foot. His hands found my breasts still covered with coconut-lime bubbles. The soapy water making the feeling so incredible as he kneaded and twisted.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered against my lips.

My hands found their way to his hard shaft and I started stroking him. My hand glided over him with ease. He twitched in my hand at the same time his fingers closed around my wrist.

“I won’t last,” he said with hooded eyes. He kissed me one more time with his tongue sliding over mine. “Let’s get out of here,” he ordered.

We dried up hurriedly. Leaving my towel at my feet, I turned to leaved the bathroom only to be stopped by a hand on my ass.

“Where you going?” he asked in my ear, nibbling on my neck and pressing his erection into my back.

I turned in his arms and kissed him. His hands wandered down my back and disappeared between my cheeks and legs where they lingered for a few seconds. He smiled, certainly at how wet I was. He steered me around until I was facing the large mirror behind the sinks. I looked at him over my shoulders, and he gave me a deep kiss. One hand snaking around to palm my breast and the other pushing my back gently. I got what he was doing and leaned down until my nipples brushed against the cold counter. I never thought cold would feel this good.

With my cheek and upper body laying on the counter, his hands trailed over my back stopping at my ass. He gave it a few strokes and asked me if this feels okay before holding on to my hips and angling me perfectly for a mind-blowing invasion of my tight space. He reached the hilt in one slick motion then stilled, giving a few moments to adjust. With one palm on my upper back keeping me in place and the other secured on my hip, he started fucking me at an exquisite angle, claiming new territories deep inside.

We were both panting. My moans resonated in the en suite as Sid picked up the pace.

“Touch yourself,” he said breathlessly. I obeyed and with a few strokes, I fell apart, my legs barely supporting me. Sid’s hand kept me in place as he finished and emptied everything he’s got inside me.

Catching his breath, he pulled me up ever so slowly, his dick sliding out on its own. He turned me towards him and flashed me a tired smile. Softly kissing my lips, he tucked my wet hair behind my ears.

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” I whispered back, pecking his lips.

“It has been such a long time since I hung out with the guys, you know?”

“I do know and I understand that,” I said as I passed my fingertips over his flushed cheeks.

After a quick shower, we enjoyed the food that Nathalie insisted I took home. I need to cook tomorrow. We can’t keep eating the Lemieux’s food.

“Now that we’ve extensively dissected a morning skate, tell me about your girl lunch.”

“Well, like you said, they were so nice and welcoming. Honest too. They spoke their mind and I like that.”

“So, you’re BFFs now?”

I elbowed him and said, “I should have you know that I will be giving them a self-defence class next week.”

“you and your hand-to-hand combat skills,” he joked.

“We’re also getting a mani-pedi.”

“You? You’re getting your nails done? I see we’re adapting quite fast to life in the ‘Burgh,” he said and chuckled.

I laughed, “I keep surprising myself too.”

“Wait a second, are you going to a salon?” he asked in almost a panic.

“Of course not, the salon is coming to us.” I said with an eye roll. “Meet glamourous me.” I added.

“I love every ‘you’ there is.”

Notes

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