Tyler Seguin hobbled down the hall of his apartment in Boston on his crutches. Tonight was his girlfriend’s twenty-first birthday and he would be served at the clubs in Boston if he went out but he was out with a high ankle sprain and was ordered to stay home and rest, so he was listening to the doctor’s orders and staying in. There would be no shirtless table dancing for him and Brad tonight which put a damper on their plans to be Hayli’s strippers.
“Babe, what time are you leaving,” Tyler asked stepping into the room where Hayli was sitting at the desk in their bedroom with a mirror in front of her putting her make-up on.
Hayli smiled at him in the mirror as she finished putting her mascara on, “We’re leaving at nine.”
Tyler wrapped his arms around her waist before nuzzling his face in her neck, “I don’t know why you wear all of that make-up, you’re beautiful.”
“Thanks baby,” she replied, “I wish you could come with me.”
“Me too, trust me if I had it my way I’d be there.”
“Can’t you just go against the doctor’s orders for one night,” she asked turning around so she was face to face with Tyler who smiled down at her and kissed her lips.
“Mmm, I wish,” he said pulling away when the doorbell rang.
“That’d be Lindsay, Anna, and Carly,” Hayli said standing up, “I’ll call you later. Is Brad coming over to keep you company?”
“Yep,” Tyler replied, “Jamie has to work the night shift at the hospital tonight.”
“I know, that’s why she couldn’t come out tonight.”
Hayli walked out of the room and Tyler hobbled after her, “Be safe,” he said as she opened the door and he waved to Lindsay.
“I will,” she smiled giving him a kiss, “Get some rest until Brad gets here. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Tyler whispered against her lips.
Hayli pulled away and Tyler pulled her to him once more, “I mean it, be safe. I worry about you, a lot.”
“I worry about you too, especially after the Lokomotiv crash.”
“I’ll always be here,” Tyler said giving her another kiss, “I don’t want to ruin your night and make you late, have fun,” he smiled and Hayli walked around down the hall with Lindsay.
Hayli arrived at Royale Nightclub in Boston with her friends and they went straight to the bar to get Hayli a drink. After showing the bartender her ID, Hayli ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and headed towards the VIP room that Tyler had booked for them.
Hayli and the girls sat in the VIP room laughing and drinking their drinks dancing around the empty room since the dance floor was packed. Hayli looked at her watch and gestured to the door. Lindsay nodded her head and Hayli slipped out to call Tyler.
“Hey baby,” Tyler said and she heard gunshots in the background which meant him and Brad were playing Gears of War or Call of Duty whatever game they felt was popular at the moment.
“How’s your ankle,” Hayli asked.
“Eh, it’s propped up on the coffee table while Brad and I play xBox.”
“He isn’t shirtless, is he? I don’t need his pork fat stains on the furniture,” she said and Tyler laughed.
“What she say about me,” Hayli heard Brad ask in the background.
“She said you better have a shirt on because she doesn’t need your pork fat stains on the couch.”
“HI BITCH,” Brad shouted, “FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I AM NOT FAT!”
“Bradley, you are in that river in Egypt again,” Hayli joked earning a fuck you and she heard Tyler laugh.
“Are you drunk yet,” Tyler asked.
“Nope, not yet, I’m sure you will be getting a drunken phone call from me telling you all of the things that I want to do to you. Which by the way, I owe you after your wakeup call this morning,” Hayli smirked knowing Tyler was blushing on the other end.
“Hey,” he warned knowing Brad would have it spread throughout the locker room with his big mouth.
Hayli laughed, “I’m going to head back in, I’ll call you later. I love you.”
“Love you too, be safe, and Hayli,” Tyler said before she hung up.
“Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do,” he joked before ending the call causing Hayli to laugh.
Brad was now on the other end and made a kissing noise and said he loved her too earning another fuck you from Hayli who shook her head before heading back into the club. Making her way back to the VIP room, Hayli grabbed her clutch and headed back to the bar for another drink.
“What can I get for you,” the bartender asked.
“Long Island iced tea,” Hayli replied when she felt a body squeeze in next to her and ask for a Miller Lite. Hayli wasn’t paying attention to the man when she heard the accent, turning her head slightly, she recognized him as Tyler’s teammate.
“Hi Patrice,” she said to the tall Frenchman.
Patrice turned his head and looked at her for a second before it dawned upon him who she was, “It’s Hayli, right,” he asked.
“Yep,” she smiled, “How are you?”
“I’m good, how about you? Is Segs here?”
“Nope, he’s at home resting his ankle with Brad keeping him company.”
“So, let me get this straight…he’s spending time with his boyfriend while his girlfriend is out on the town with her friends? Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Just turned twenty-one today,” Hayli replied proudly as the bartender set her and Patrice’s drinks on the bar.
Hayli went to hand the bartender the twenty dollar bill when Patrice moved her hand out of the way and told the bartender he was paying for the both of them.
“Patrice, you didn’t have to do that,” she said.
“Happy Birthday,” he said smiling turning so that his back was leaning against the bar and he could overlook the dance floor, “Where are your friends?”
“In the VIP room, Tyler booked it for us. Thanks for the drink by the way.”
“Anytime,” Patrice replied with a smile.
Hayli and Patrice made their way to the VIP room after a couple of fans noticed he was there and kept bothering him.
“Hey guys,” Hayli said as Patrice followed her into the VIP room, “This is Patrice, Tyler’s teammate.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Lindsay.”
Patrice shook her hand before being stripped from his garments by the eyes of Carly and Anna, “Are they always like this,” Patrice asked as Anna sipped from her straw seductively.
“Only around hot guys,” Hayli replied not realizing what she said and Patrice smirked. Anna, Carly, and Lindsay made their way to the dance floor.
“Want to dance,” Patrice asked Hayli who nodded her head. Holding out his hand, Patrice lead Hayli to the dance floor.
“Yeah 3x” by Chris Brown was playing and Hayli moved to the beat.
“Want another drink,” he asked when the song was over and Hayli nodded her head before following him to the bar.
After several shots of tequila later, both Hayli and Patrice losing count after the tenth one, they were drunk. Anna, Carly, and Lindsay were back in the VIP room and both Hayli and Patrice were lost in their own little world on the dance floor. Hayli felt the proximity between the two of them grow closer and soon they were grinding to whatever music the DJ was playing.
“Let’s get out of here,” Patrice whispered in Hayli’s ear and they headed for the door.
Patrice waved down a taxi and Hayli was too drunk to even realize what was going on, “Where to,” the driver asked.
“Closest hotel,” Patrice said tossing the driver a hundred dollar bill as he pulled Hayli towards him and claimed his lips with hers. Hayli moaned as his fingers ran up and down her bare arms.
“Patrice,” she moaned as he kissed the skin above her breasts.
The driver pulled up in front of a Holiday Inn and Patrice booked a room. Before the doors of the elevators were closed, Patrice had Hayli pinned up against the wall. Both of them too drunk to notice that they were cheating on their significant others.
Patrice pulled away from Hayli and grabbed her hand leading her down the hall to the room. Sliding the keycard into the door, Patrice threw it on the dresser before grabbing Hayli and throwing her down on the bed. Patrice unzipped her dress and slid it off eagerly before he removed her bra and underwear leaving her there naked touching herself as he stared at her.
“Merde,” he muttered as she climbed to her knees and undid the white button down he was wearing with the sleeves rolled up. Sliding the shirt off of his shoulders, she moved her lips to his collarbone. Patrice groaned as Hayli ran a fingernail over his jean clad erection.
Hayli unfastened his pants and found him with no boxers on, smirking; she let the denim fall to the floor. Patrice couldn’t hold back anymore and grabbed a condom from the box that he had purchased in the hotel gift shop and slid it over his length. Throwing Hayli on her back, Patrice entered her with one swift thrust causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Patrice picked up his pace and soon Hayli was clawing his back with her nails and they were crying out each other’s names as they both went over the edge. Patrice collapsed on top of her kissing her neck gently before sliding out of her and throwing the used condom into the trashcan beside the bed. Pulling the blankets over them, Patrice and Hayli fell into a drunken slumber.
Hayli groaned as she heard her phone ringing, she woke up and felt arms around her waist and when she looked around the room she noticed she was in a hotel. Looking down at the sleeping body next to her, she gasped and put her hand to her mouth in disbelief as she looked under the sheets and saw that both she and Patrice were naked.
Hayli knew she was in trouble; she slept with one of Tyler’s teammates. One of his married teammates at that, she had just cheated on her boyfriend of four years who had remained faithful to her throughout that time.
Her thoughts were interrupted again as her cell phone rang, grabbing it out of the clutch that was abandoned on the pile with her clothes, she answered the call.
“Hey baby, where are you? It’s late,” Tyler asked.
“I’m so sorry, I got drunk and Lindsay took me home with her,” Hayli lied, “I’ll be home in the morning.”
“I got worried,” Tyler admitted making Hayli feel guilty, “I couldn’t sleep until I knew you were safe.”
“I’ll be home in the morning, I promise,” Hayli said suddenly feeling lips on the back of her neck as Patrice moved hair out of the way.
“Alright, I love you,” Tyler said.
Hayli felt her heart in her throat, “I love you too,” she whispered ending the call before turning to look at Patrice.
“Aren’t you married,” she asked and Patrice nodded his head.
“Aren’t you with Segs,” he asked suddenly turning Hayli’s question around on her.
“This can’t happen again,” she said standing up to collect her clothes but Patrice grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on top of him entering her slowly.
“It’s going to happen again,” he smirked against her lips as their bodies rocked together, “You and that tequila made me crazy, you think I’m giving that up?”
Hayli knew hockey players were stubborn, she knew one her whole life and she also knew that this situation she suddenly found herself in was one she wasn’t going to give up so easily, she had the drug once and suddenly she was hooked.