Chapter 119 Another Alpha
Quinn's POV
Last night was the hottest yet gentlest sex I've ever had with Grayson.
Even though he was angry, he didn't take it out on me. Instead, he was very warm and gentle, as if I were something fragile.
Grayson also admitted that he felt better afterwards. His emotions were much more under control and he also promised that his team would win today's game against White Tiger.
And honestly, this was a game that I found very tense. Not only because it was the first time two Alphas had been brought together on one rink, but also because Grayson and Hanz had a very bad history and didn't get along.
Even though I managed to calm Grayson down, I was still worried that he would suddenly lose his temper. Especially Hanz, I was very worried that he would deliberately provoke Grayson.
After what I saw in the replay, Hanz was indeed more sensational than Grayson. I mean, he liked to provoke members of the opposing team, which then created chaos. And with Grayson's emotions still shaken, I was really worried about letting him loose on the rink.
To minimise that possibility, I assured Grayson that I would be watching him throughout the game. So I told him not to worry and that he could look at me when he felt like getting angry.
"Go on, Quinn. See Grayson again," said Dylan.
Right now we were in Grayson's new car. And Grayson was going to do an interview with Hanz first.
"He might not open his phone," I argued.
"If it's a message from someone else. But if it's from you, he'll definitely open it."
I sighed softly. It was indeed very crowded, and if I slipped in, I probably wouldn't be noticed as long as I wore a mask.
"Okay. I'll be back as soon as possible," I decided. I immediately put on a mask and let my hair down. Only then did I get out of the car.
I took out my phone and called Grayson. But he didn't answer.
I tried again. Still no answer.
I stopped, deciding to just send a text message. But after only a few steps, I bumped into someone. My body was staggered forward, falling along with my phone.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry," I said spontaneously. And as if that wasn't bad enough, my phone wouldn't turn on anymore.
A hand reached out in front of me. "Take my hand. Let me help you up."
Before accepting the hand, I luckily looked up to see who it was.
I was surprised when I saw that it was Hanz.
Yes, it was Hanz. Standing there in a neat black suit like Grayson.
Although I had never met him in person, I recognised his face after seeing his game on the replay earlier in the car.
But strangely, he acted as if he didn't know me. I mean, after what happened, after he tried to recruit me in such a dirty way, it seemed impossible that he wouldn't recognise me.
Perhaps because I didn't accept his hand, Hanz finally crouched down in front of me. "I'm sorry," he said. A smile then appeared on his face. "As an apology, how about I invite you in to watch our interview? You're in a hurry because of that, right?"
I did need access to get there, but I couldn't possibly accept it from Hanz. Not only was he rude, but I didn't want to disappoint Grayson if he saw me going in with Hanz.
"No, thank you," I replied finally. I immediately stood up and took my phone with me.
I walked in the opposite direction of the arena. But Hanz followed me.
I had no choice but to stop so he would stop following me. I took a deep breath and turned around. "I've already refused your offer, Mr. Miller. And it seems you're too busy to chase after me."
He just smiled even wider. "Ah, so you already know my name."
Of course, you bastard! I cursed silently.
"In that case, how about dinner? After the game, let's have dinner at a nearby restaurant."
I widened my eyes. It was unbelievable. After failing to recruit me, now he wanted to try to get close to me? Oh, he had picked the wrong target.
I put my hands on my hips. "Please leave me alone. I don't want to see your interview. So please go back to what you were doing."
But what did he do? He tried to grab my hand. I reflexively pulled away.
"Hey Miller! Don't you dare touch her!"
From behind Hanz, Grayson came rushing over.
He looked really impressive in that suit. But that wasn't the problem right now.
The problem was, these two had to be separated before they started throwing punches outside the rink.
Therefore, to prevent that from happening, I ran towards Grayson. I stopped in front of him and shook my head. "Don't. Okay?"
Grayson's breath rose and fell as he looked at Hanz. "Hey rookie! Your team is waiting for you. Go on."
Instead of leaving, Hanz approached us. He stopped in front of us with his hands in his pockets. "Ah, so you're Quinn, the one my manager told me about. I didn't expect you two to be so close. No wonder you rejected my offer."
I immediately hugged Grayson before he attacked Hanz. "Please go. You don't want your reputation to be ruined because of this, do you? After all, Grayson is your senior. Many people love him. If you two get into a fight, you know who will be defended," I said to Hanz.
I really felt bad for Grayson. I was also very worried that he would misunderstand.
And luckily, after I explained that, Hanz finally left.
I let go of Grayson. I looked at him intently. "I tried to contact you, but you didn't answer. He bumped into me from behind when I was writing you a message. Our meeting was accidental and I didn't intend to talk to him."
"My phone was with my manager."
I was just about to speak again when the general manager called Grayson. As a result, I hurriedly walked away as if nothing had happened.
I returned to the car, deciding to watch his interview on live broadcast.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you back? Did you meet Grayson?"
I couldn't answer Dylan's barrage of questions. At least not while I was still trying to catch my breath.
I was also very upset by Hanz's words. And I was also upset by Grayson's very brief response without an apology when I was frantically looking for him.
Grayson didn't even respond to my explanation seriously or enthusiastically. He didn't respond to the message I wrote to him or my explanation about my meeting with Hanz.
That moment completely ruined the warm and calming atmosphere I had deliberately built with Grayson since last night. It was destroyed in a matter of minutes.
Now everything is in disarray, Grayson’s emotions are unstable again. So am I.
“Quinn, what happened?”
“Can we just watch the interview? I want to calm myself down, Dylan. Please.”
Feeling guilty that Dylan didn’t know anything, I finally hugged him. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little upset.”