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CHAPTER 4: Interview

Lydia's POV

My body froze in place. There was no way he would have remembered me from last night. Was he actually paying attention while...AHEM!

Turning back around, I tried to respond, "I..."

But wait,

What intentions does he have with me at the moment? It's almost too suspicious. Him moving right beside my shared apartment, trying to converse with me and holding me at the edge of a knife like this...

He has something in mind, doesn't he?

With a smug expression, I turned back around, arms folded across my chest. Tilting my head to the side, I squinted my eyes at him, "You don't want a repeat of last night, do you?"

I asked in the most condescending, apprehensive tone I could have ever fostered. But the shameless sportsman in front of me lowered his head to the ground. He didn't give me an immediate response.

That's when I panicked, hard!

"I- It's not gonna happen!" Summoning all anger and disgust from my soul, I sternly brushed him off and walked back to my apartment door, briskly! Closing the door with a noticeable thud, I walked over to sit beside Grace. She raised an eyebrow, questioning the nasty look I harbour on my face.

"How'd it go?" She inquired rather calmly,

"You won't believe who just came back to haunt me. He's right beside our apartment now." Somehow, Grace's eyes lit up like balls of fire glowing in the pits of her irises!

"It's your nightmare of a Captain,

Levi Davis!?"

I couldn't comprehend at that moment, as to why she was acting so unbothered about me! Doesn't she take my feelings into consideration!? I'm hurt!

"It's the rising, rocking star of the Hockey league, Lydia! Why the hell haven't you told me before!?"

"You know, I just kinda discovered that too—"

"Shut up! Just- come with me!"

"Wha— WHOA!" At that moment, I realized Grace was at least tenfold stronger than me! I couldn't even get another word out as she dragged me over to the corridor again! Levi Davis, I don't want to face him again after what just happened!

Grace was all fidgety as we waited for Levi to open the door. He opened it after a minute, yet again. This time, he dwindled his eyes over at us both as I stayed unenthusiastic, contrasting the fan of Ice Gladiators, who happened to be Grace.

"Oh my gosh, it is you! Congratulations on the big win! Um...um...we are really big fans of you, Captain Levi! Oh lord, it feels like a dream! May I please get your autograph!?" Grace spoke on behalf of me as well. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and squint them when Levi's gaze met with mine.

"Count me out. I'm a very big fan of Puck Predators, rather. Jose Bailey is the best captain in my eyes." I blurted out, Levi's and Grace's attention was on me now.

Well, I said what I said.

[THE NEXT DAY...]

Phew!~

So,

Today is the day I officially join the most reputed sports journal, Hockey Daily. It's a prestigious publishing house and a broadcast station, especially for Hockey.

Brushing out the creases on my new shirt and office trousers, I took a look at myself in the mirror. Light blue collared shirt, my ID hanging from my neck and dark blue office trousers. I looked corporate, executive.

Motivated and thrilled to join my dream job, I left the apartment to clock in.

As I reached the office, the editor-in-chief called me in with a gesture. His office was spectacularly tidy. Just what I'd expect from a guy like that.

"New girl, what's your name?"

"Um, Lydia White, sir."

"Call me chief. Also, you're assigned to accompany the senior editor to interview the team that won the last tournament." My eyes widened, and he seemed to have caught my disdain,

"...Do you know who won the last championship?"

"Ice...Gladiators, chief." I answered, just thinking about my nightmare and encountering it once again. Wait...what if he ends up accusing ME of stalking him now!?

Leaving the office, I joined with the senior reporter with some details in my file. I need to be professional about this. We shall be reaching the Ice Gladiators' training base in a few minutes by office commute.

I was following my boss, expecting a taunting gaze or such. It took me a while to realize what was going on, "Hello! You must be the senior reporter. I'm their manager, and there's a bummer."

"Oh boy, what is it?" My senior reporter asked the sports manager of Ice Gladiators, "Captain isn't here. He's a bit...unwell."

"Indeed...that's a bummer." The senior looked at me, his assistant for the day. At the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think how unprofessional the captain of a winning team was being. He must've been informed prior to the interview, right?

I'm definitely questioning his sportsmanship and off screen behavior right now. But somehow, we go through the day with bombastic replies from the thrilled winners of the hockey championship.

A huge sigh left my lips as I walked into my apartment. My sweet home~

However...there were these...sounds.

It was a male's deep voice of...moaning!

There was no one around me except for me, and the neighbor who called in sick, unwell for the day. Was this what he was doing!?

Atrocious! How dare he enjoy his time alone when there was an important interview to attend today! I'm sure he knows nothing except for playing Hockey and banging girls in the foreground!

My angry footsteps filled the corridor as I walked to his apartment door. Rather than my knuckles, I was tragically punching the poor door down. My rapping fists on the door wouldn't seize until the man revealed himself from within.

And the last thing I'd have expected for the evening...

Click, click

...was not the man in nothing but pajama pants covering the silken texture of his skin. His body...it was covered in sweat and looking greasy, uneasy. His eyes were bloodshot, but I must've imagined the color of irises, given I was observing a faint reflection, other than his silhouette.

"What...the...fu..."

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