Nicole's POV
Chelsea and I just got off the plane in Montreal to surprise our boyfriends. We hop into a cab to take us and our luggage to the hotel so we can freshen up and check out the city. The city was absolutely breathtaking. I thought Chicago was beautiful but Montreal takes the cake. It reminds me of a mini-Paris in Canada. Well, that could be the fact that Montreal and Quebec was settled by the French in the 1600s. Anyway, the cab ride took us through the winding cobblestone streets of the city to the hotel. The hotel was absolutely beautiful. When we go in to the front desk to check in, the lobby was decked out in gold plated fixtures, ornate chandeliers, and fancy furniture. It looked like a palace. 
                              "We have a reservation for Nicole Smirnova and Chelsea O' Callahan, is this you?" The receptionist said with a super thick French accent. 
                              "Yes, that is us." I say as the receptionist hands us two room keys. 
                              We make our way to the room and it is huge! It had two king sized beds, a huge flat screen mounted on the wall, a pretty crystal chandelier hanging down from the ceiling, a big white furry rug on the floor, dark hardwood floors, beautiful black and white damask wallpaper, and a million dollar view of Montreal.I got this room cheap, so I have a feeling there is a ghostly tenant or someone was murdered here.
                              "This room is amazing! I'm surprised you could that great of a room at such little notice." Chelsea says while staring wide eyed at the room.
                              "Since we are here, do you want to go out somewhere nice to eat?" I ask Chelsea while she plops down on one of the king sized beds.
                              "Sure, what do you have in mind?" Chelsea asks
                              "We'll just walk around and find a place." I say. Chelsea and I decide to change clothes. I put on form fitting black lace dress that hits my mid thigh, some black strappy stilettos, and  a matching Ralph Lauren purse. I put my hair up in a semi-fancy updo. I touch up my makeup and put on a swipe of dark red lipstick. Chelsea is wearing a red low cut form fitting dress that hits above her knees, black stiletto platforms, and a black Kate Spade purse. She does her makeup in a very dramatic fashion with some red lipstick, and curled her long hair. We are both dressed to kill.
                              "Ready to go?" Chelsea asks while she picks up the room keys off the coffee table and hands me one.
                              "Yes!" I say while closing the door behind us. We walked for about 25 minutes to this bar in downtown Montreal called "Menage A Trois" and we took a seat at the bar. All of a sudden, I feel Chelsea poke me in my knee. Damn she's got some really bony fingers.
                              "Look over there." Chelsea points and I see a couple guys who look eerily similar to Artemi and Teuvo.  Then at second glance, it is them. They were with a few other guys who I am assuming are other members of the Blackhawks. 
                              "I think it's them. Let's go over there and see them." I say as we slyly get out of our seats and make our way to our boyfriends. When we get near the table, I hear and see someone who I recognize as Andrew Shaw shout 
                              "Look at the girl in the red dress! Nice tits!" The look on Chelsea's face matched the color of her dress. The rest of the guys seated at the table turned around and looked at us. I then see both Teuvo and Artemi's eyes pop out of their heads and jaws drop to the floor. They run out of their seats and pick us up off our feet and spin us around.
                              "Nicole, what you doing here?" Artemi says kissing me passionately on the lips. Man, I miss those sparks whenever we kiss.
                              "I could ask you the same, Chelsea..." Teuvo says kissing Chelsea on the lips, messing up her lipstick in the process. 
                              "Chelsea and I decided to surprise you and Teuvo because you have been playing in Canada for the last two weeks. And I missed you like crazy."  I say engulfing Artemi in a gigantic hug.  All of a sudden I hear some one clear his throat in an exaggerated manner.
                              "Ahem. Artemi can you explain to us what is happening and who are these babes?" Viktor Tikohnov says.
                              "This is Nicole, my beautiful girlfriend. That is Chelsea, Teuvo's girlfriend."Artemi says giving me a peck on the lips. 
                              "They are extremely lucky girls. You both better take great care of those beautiful girls." Viktor says patting both Teuvo and Artemi on the back. 
                              "I wouldn't dare hurt Nicole. She's to beautiful and kind to hurt." Artemi says
                              "I will never lay a hand, put down, and cheat on Chelsea. She's to special to me to ever hurt." Teuvo says while kissing Chelsea on the cheek.
                              "Wanna get out of here and check out Montreal for the night?" Artemi says whispering into my ear. 
                              "Yes! Chelsea, Artemi and I are going out tonight. I'll see you later." I say 
                              "Ok, Teuvo and I will just be back at the room watching a movie and eating some dinner. Have fun you children!" 
                              "We will!" Artemi says and takes my hand and leads us out of the bar. I wonder what we are going to do. The night is still young.
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