chapter eighteen ;

*just a heads up, this whole chapter is a flashback*

What's your indulgence, tell me what's your vice? Do you like it naughty, do you like it nice? I'm your suplier of lust, love and fire tonight, all you desire is yours if the asking is right.

November 2007;

The boys won a huge game against the Canucks, putting them closer up to the playoffs. So the boys had decided to head over to a club right on Robson. I had ripped jeans, a black cami and a hawks shirt on. It wasn't technically dressed to party, but, it didn't matter. I took off the hawks shirt, stuffed it on my purse, took my hair out of it's ponytail. It fell into perfect waves over my shoulder.

"Hey, do you want a drink?"

I felt his breath on my neck, his arm wrapped around me. A pool of desire filled my stomach. Looking up, I realized it was Kris Versteeg.

"Buying your teammates little sister a drink? Isn't that against the rules?"

He smirked so devilishly. "I don't know, is it?"

"It might be. I don't really like to follow the rules regardless.."

"Well, we're the same page then, eh?"

I chuckled, he was a winner. "Your call buddy."

He lowered his head towards me, my breath was stuck. "C'mon sweetheart, one drink won't kill you."

"Sure. How about you surprise me?" I seductively whispered into his ear. He smirked again and walked over to the bar.

He slowly came back with some kind of Martini for me. I thanked him and downed it in a second. Then he brought me another, and another, and another ..

He led me to the dancefloor as I stumbled excessively. He immediately began to grind with me as I wrapped my hands around his neck. He pressed me closer to him, his breath was yet again on my neck, it was driving me crazy. I always felt something for him, I remember the first day I saw him. Yeah. Wow.

I slowly looked up into his eyes. The multicolored lights shined in his eyes, causing him to be more beautiful then he already was. As the song came to an end, I removed my hands from him and kept staring, breathlessly. My emotions were flooding through my veins right now, all I wanted to do was kiss him.

His lips were planted over mine as we got into the cab, his hand was grabbing my chest, and my skin was setting on fire. The juice was getting to my head. Then we made it back to his hotel in a short period of time.

"You got any Canadian money?" he asked.

"Cheap bastard." I muttered throwing a five and two toonies at the driver.

I face-planted onto the sidewalk as I attempted to get out of the car. I started my normal drunk giggling spiel. Kris landed beside me, in his own fit of laughter. They we were. Two drunken idiots, laying on a busy sidewalk in Vancouver, laughing at nothing. We finally gave up, well we got told off, and he piggy backed me into his room.

His lips didn't leave mine the second we got into his room. He pressed me against the wall, digging his fingertips into my sides. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same with my Uggs. He broke away from my mouth and peeled my shirt off. As we were walking backwards, I got his jeans down to his ankles and he kicked them away.

His hands were like fire running up and down my arms, my stomach. He stole my mouth into another kiss and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He then placed me onto the bed, and unzipped my jeans, I arched my back so he could remove them. All I can remember after that was digging my nails into his neck, then the rest of our clothes were on the floor ...

Next morning;

You might be a little late, I don’t think an hour will hurt
Touch me here, touch me there
Lemme give you your morning dessert
I'm not hungry for food, all I want is you

The pounding in my head wouldn't go away. I woke up in an unfamiliar room, no one was around. Oh god, what happened last night? I pulled the sheet over my head and cursed, of course, I was naked.

Fuck my life.

Just then the bathroom door opened. My heart was beating, I swear to god if Burish comes around the corner ...

But it was Versteeg. I can deal with that.

"Morning gorgeous."

"Hey."

He crawls over the bed and gives me one of the most irresistible kisses I've received. My hands wrapped around his neck and he lowered me onto the bed yet again. I gently moaned and I could feel him smirking against my lips. I peeled my lips from his, and placed small kisses on his neck and chest. His hands wondered all over my body to the point that I couldn't breathe. I needed oxygen badly. His lips moved perfectly with mine, my fingers slid under the band of his boxers and sure enough, we were causing the same shenanigans we did last night ...

*End flashback*

After that, I got up and left, drove back to Kelowna without saying goodbye to my brother. Months went by, and that night, was the last I heard from him. That was ... until the next time he was in Vancouver