CodyDamn she is so beautiful as she lays in my arms, her head in the crook of my arm wrapped round her. The way her hair falls across her face and the radiance of her perfect skin. Her lips are upturned like she’s having some kind of happy dream. She is perfection there’s no way else to describe my darlin’.Immi has one arm strewn across my waist and a leg thrown over mine, it’s kind of difficult to move right now but I need to get up. Practice will start early today since we’re flying out to Dallas tonight. I still need to let her know that Atlas and I are being drafted to the Stars. If it slips out on the flight later, she’s going to be pissed that I had all of last night to tell her about it.Damn it, this has come at such a bad time. Immi and I have only just started on our journey together and I want this more than anything else right now. I love the way she is so soft and gentle snuggled into me, her chest raising and falling softly as she breathes and makes cute noises in her

Cody “Hey, darlin’. I’m home.” I dump my sports bag in the laundry room and head off to look for Immi. I’ll unpack it quickly before I go and leave it for my cleaning lady, Sandra to take care of. She’s been coming in to do my laundry and housework for the last six months. Sandra moved close to my folks about a year ago after leaving her husband when she discovered he was cheating on her. With her best friend. How rough can that be? Mom mentioned that the poor thing was looking for work to tide her over until she could finish her business admin night course. I admire her, working a few houses, looking after her little girl who is around five years of age and studying at night to better her life. Naturally I pay her above the odds and follow up with a monthly bonus. Sandra keeps telling me I am paying way too much just for a simple house lady to clean and do my laundry, but I want her to succeed. Especially since her ex-husband is clearly a dick. It’d give me my own sense of satisfact

CodyI rake my hands through my hair and give her a look that hopefully conveys how fucking sorry I am that this is happening right now. But Immi is smart, and she will know that when you’re at this level and in the NHL you can get drafted pretty much anytime.The Dallas Stars need to up their game, they’ve been dragging their skates for a while now and they need the fresh blood, i.e., Atlas and myself. It’s a shit show to be honest, the last thing I want to do is leave Minnesota and Immi to head over to be in Dallas for a couple of years. And it couldn’t have come at the worst possible time.My girl has just found herself a unit in Minnesota for her business, we’ve just opened up to each other and this feels good, with her everything feels so damn right like we’re pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that slot perfectly together. And now. Well, now we’re about to be living in different States. It sucks. Royally fucking sucks.“Riiight!” She states. Atlas looks at her then at me, I sure hope he

CodyThis photoshoot with the team is such a drag. The guys horse around, and I just want it over and done with so I can get to see Immi. Every second for me is a second wasted. The need to be with her is driving me insane. I have to talk to her, I have to tell her we can do this, that it will be okay. The way she glared at me, the shock on her face, Man that cuts me like a knife to the heart.The last thing I wanted was for Immi to find out this way, like a bolt out of the blue. She didn’t need that; I didn’t need that, and we didn’t need it. Damnit.“Hey Cody. How you doing?” Lina asks, she’s our team photographer and has been for two seasons now. She licks her lips and flicks her ice blonde hair over her shoulder. It doesn’t go unnoticed that she’s pushing out her tits right now either. Cali standing next to me sniggers. I shove him.“Give it up, already.” I hiss at him. I look at Lina, well not so much at her as her camera for the photos. “Yeah, good thanks.” We had a thing, well

CodyThese dinners are a drag but they’re important. It’s when the networking happens, when future players get noticed, when we get sponsorships not just as teams but also as individuals. My assistant has advised me that there are people here from Gucci, Prada and Nike all looking for the next face to sell their products and to be their brand ambassador.I’ve been seated on a table of ten, Atlas is already sitting down looking very smart in his Ralph Lauren tux. He is their face for men’s wear, and it looks pretty amazing on him. I can see with his glacial eyes, broad smile and strong jawline why they have chosen him. He nods as I take my seat, either side of me are sitting women. It’s the usual format, male, female.“Do you know where they’ll be seating Immi?” I ask him as I take my seat.“She’s been put on a different table with the photographers and the assistants.” He says and takes a sip of his water.“That’s crap. We should have her on your table, she’s your sister for fuck’s sa