Overtime(90)

“Did you tell her to f*ck off?”

“I ignored her. She’s called twice since.”

“Keep ignoring her. She wasn’t there the whole time you went through your shit; she doesn’t deserve you now.”

Jordie couldn’t agree more, but before he could say that, Coach blew the whistle and practice was back on. As he rushed the net with Karson, he decided that he loved playing with Karson. They did it well and could really read each other. It sucked last year when Karson went up with Shea because Shea’s linemate Jakob retired, but Jordie was happy for him. Shea made you a better player when you played with him, which was why Sinclair was on his line. Rumor was that Sinclair was being molded into the next captain, and Jordie believed it. The kid was one hell of a team player, and Jordie had liked him the moment they met.

But being on the ice again, playing with his boy, really had Jordie flying high. It just seemed like everything was falling into place. He was about to sign a new contract for six years, over three million dollars a year. He was with the girl of his dreams, hoping to build a future with her, and he was healthy. He couldn’t ask for more. He had it all. He just hoped he could keep it.

Because the calls from his mom worried him.

It gave him anxiety and made him want to throw his phone against the wall just so she couldn’t get ahold of him. Kacey suggested changing his number, but that wouldn’t stop her. She’d start hitting him up on Facebook and then, knowing her, she’d just pop in. He was going to have to answer her call, and he needed to be honest that he wanted nothing to do with her. But his mom was one hell of a manipulative bitch, and he had a hard time saying no to her.

He just didn’t want to relapse. He didn’t want to go back to how it was, and she had the power to throw him back into bad habits. He had been doing so well—he wasn’t even craving anything to drink because he was so f*cking happy. It scared him to think that his cravings, his need for the bottle, could come back as soon as the darkness started to creep back. That was why he had to cut all ties. Not matter how hard it was going to be, he had to let her go.

She was the darkness.

When the whistle blew, calling his line, he let his issues with his mom go and focused on what made him happy. The sound of his skates against the ice, the feel of the force of the puck as it hit his blade, and the unbelievable feeling when he scored on Tate. But the greatest feeling was when he looked up and Kacey was waving her arms in the air, cheering for him.

He had it all.



Rubbing his hands together, Jordie leaned on the edge of his seat as he waited for Elli to call him in. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. This was cut-and-dried and already in the books. He knew his salary, he knew she was keeping him, so why was his heart pounding in his chest? Letting out a long breath, he leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs. It had been a long, hard practice, which was why he was kind of late, not that Elli would mind. His agent wasn’t even there yet.

But why was he nervous?

When his phone dinged with a message, he pulled it out of his pocket to see that it was from Kacey.

Kacey: What are you doing after the meeting with Elli?

Jordie: AA.

Kacey: With Karson?

Jordie: Going alone today.

He waited for her to text him back, but to his surprise, it took longer than he thought.

Kacey: Are you coming back to the house afterward?

Jordie: Yeah, you’ll be there, right?

Kacey: Yeah, waiting on you.

Jordie smiled.

Jordie: Naked?

Kacey: Maybe, this is what I look like right now.

He grinned as a picture of her in only a thong came up in his thread.

Jordie: You really do have the best ass I’ve ever seen.

Kacey: Thanks ? I bought these from Lacey’s shop for you to tear off. I might start there.

His brow raised in confusion.

Jordie: Start there?

Kacey: Yeah, I don’t make that much with the Assassins and I only work in the mornings now. I’m kind of bored come the afternoon.

Jordie: You really don’t need that much money. I’m about to sign a huge contract.

Kacey: I know, but I can’t depend on you to support me.

His face scrunched up more.

Jordie: Why the hell not? You’re my woman.

Kacey: This is very true, but you know, what if it doesn’t work out? And then I’ve been depending on you and I have nothing.

He glared.

Jordie: Won’t happen. You aren’t going anywhere.

Kacey: lol. Okay, so this is a convo for later, I guess.

Jordie: I guess so. Have you thought about moving in with me?

Kacey: You’re killing me.

Jordie: I’ll take that as a no. Stop being a relationship staller and get it together, Kacey King. Be my woman, move in with me, and have lots of loud sex.

Kacey: Dork, I’ll see you when you get back.

Jordie: Fine, love your stubborn ass.

Kacey: Love your dorky ass more.

He smiled as he clicked off his messages and went to his Facebook. Hitting the status update section, he wrote:

My girlfriend is the most stubborn-ass woman in the world, but I wouldn’t be head over heels in love with anyone but her. Love you, Kacey King.

He posted it and then grinned. He wasn’t that big a Facebooker, but when he updated his status, it usually meant something. The world needed to know what he thought of his girlfriend, and he was sure to get some kind of response. Hopefully out of her. He also wanted to remind her that he cared. He may not have had to woo her like Lacey had suggested in the beginning, but he still thought that little things like Facebook posts and Snickers would keep her happy. She didn’t like flowers like a normal chick, so he fed her. It usually worked.