Tripping

Chapter 12: Nathan's POV

Nathan

I couldn't wait a second longer to get to Mia.

Maybe that's why I didn't fly back with the team to Toronto after our Winnipeg game and decided to surprise Mia one day early. I'm still waiting for her to reply to my recent text of me telling her I miss her but she's probably already in bed asleep with the TV on.

The lady at the front reception keeps staring at me, giving me fuck me eyes. This is why I like Mia by my side, to avoid these looks. Thank God I upgraded her room and made sure she didn't have to share with anyone. Who knew phone sex could be so good. We have never had to be apart this long, Mia usually travels with me during the season. But I can't say I'm complaining.

"You're in room 1707 Mr. Reese. The elevators are just down the lobby to your left. Enjoy your stay with us," I quickly grab the roomkey from her and practically run to the elevators up to the seventeenth floor.

When I get to the room I scan the room key on the lock pad and enter our dark hotel room. I quietly set down my bags in the front closet and head towards the bed, not wanting to wake Mia up.

Except there is no Mia to wake up. Our room is completely empty, the only light coming from the city outside of the floor to ceiling windows.

"What the fuck?" I say to myself, half surprised, half worried because she hasn't replied to my text and she's not here.

I check my phone again as I'm exiting our room to go back down to the lobby to ask if they have seen her or where she could be trying not to completely freak the fuck out.

When I get to the front desk the same lady is there except she looks a bit scared. Probably because I'm fuming on the inside and trying to hold it in as much as I can but I'm doing a shit job at containing it. Right near the front desk a group of men are gathered talking in a circle so I do my best not to yell at her through my frustration.

I'm usually a calm guy. Well not really, especially when it comes to something potentially happening to Mia. I turn into someone I don't even know. Even when I'm on the ice it takes a lot to provoke me. My Dad taught me everything there is to know about the game, even the shit talking from other players. He told me it's the easiest trap to fall in. But if you do get to me, good luck. I was involved in my fair share of bar fights in college. If guys thought they can walk by and slap Mia's ass when she is standing right beside me, they thought wrong. I usually like to deliver my comebacks with words, but my fists need to release some tension sometimes too. And right now I feel like punching someone or something if this lady can't give me an answer to Mia's whereabouts.

"My fiancé is not in our room and she isn't replying to my texts which is very unlike her. Have you seen the Wright and Walt Law firm company anywhere around here?" I ask her, still trying to stay as calm as possible.

"I'm sorry Mr. Reese but I only just started my shift an hour ago and haven't seen any big groups around." Fuck. I can't even be mad at her. Doesn't mean I don't feel like raming my fist into the wall.

"They left a few hours ago. I think they went to the nightclub down the road. Fusion, I think it was called," I whip my head to the right where one of the guys from the group has clearly been eavesdropping from.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask him not so nicely.

"Jamie Bridges. I'm a new associate at Mia's firm. We were actually just heading to Fusion if you wanted to join us," he tells me with a smile on his face that I want to wipe off.

A club? My Mia? Clubbing? We always go to the club together when we both feel like having some fun, usually after a win with the team. You never know what fuckers out there can put into your drink and do to you. Mia told me she always feels safer going with me anyway. It's not that I don't trust her, I do. It's other people that I don't trust. On the top of the list of people I don't trust is this prick, Jamie Bridges, or whatever the fuck his name is. But he clearly knows where Mia is so I agree to join his group and we walk out the hotel into the company car they have waiting there for them.

I hope for the sake of Mia's workplace that when I get there she is not hurt or drunk.

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She's drunk. No. She's completely wasted.

I don't even know who to blame. But someone from her office obviously kept feeding her drinks even when she was already drunk. My bets are on Rebecca. This is so unlike Mia, she barely ever drinks unless we are celebrating something or out together. So I don't know what caused her to get into this state. And she didn't even tell me she was going out. Why did she lie to me? I guess she didn't really lie, just failed to inform me. I'm stuck in the club's entry way just staring out onto the dancefloor at Mia dancing to what sounds like a remix of Dancing Queen waving her arms up in the air and she's screaming out the lyrics like it's her job. I notice Rebecca and some other people from her office surrounding her all having a good time. I calm down a bit when I realize she's just having fun and it doesn't seem like anything is wrong with her. Other than her over consumption of alcohol. I finally start moving towards her when I notice a lot of extra lingering eyes on her that only retriggered my anger.

I grab her waist from behind and she instantly jumps away from me yelling "AHHH. No touching. Hands off. I have a very sexy and muscular fiancé at home. Thank you very much," she finishes off by shoving her ringed hand in my face blocking her view from seeing her sexy muscular fiancé standing right in front of her.

I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles causing her to finally see my face.

"Oh my God. It's him. You're here. Nate what the fuck are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here until tomorrow," she says, jumping into my arms causing her drink to splash on me and the people around us.

"I missed you and came straight here after the game finished. What the hell are you doing here?" I ask her, trying not to sound as mad as I actually feel.

"I watched your whole game and after you guys won Rebecca suggested we go out to celebrate the conference ending and your win! Isn't this so great?" So it was Rebecca's idea. Shocker. She's going to regret this tomorrow, I know it. I just want to get back to the hotel and cuddle with her. That idea leaves my head as fast as it came when Mia spins around and smashes her back to my chest and starts dancing and screaming.

"Fuck yeah I love this song. Let's dance," She's here in my arms, safe and having a good time. How could I ruin her fun?

So I grab her hips, loving the feeling of her against me since I haven't felt her like this in almost two weeks. And we dance. Dance is too nice of a word. We grind like horny teenagers until Mia can barely stand. So I grab her hand and lead her to the exit to get her back to the hotel before she falls asleep in the middle of the dancefloor.

On our way out to the Uber I see someone step into our path. Max Thorton. The Vancouver teams starting right winger. Also the biggest asshole I've ever played against.

"I had a great time tonight Mia. See you at the game on Saturday," he says to me pretty much since Mia is turned into my chest hugging my torso half asleep. "See you on the ice Reese," he winks at me and continues walking towards the bar. I can't even form any words to say back to because all I can think is.

What the fuck just happened?  

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