Betting on Kane (Blackhawks Fan-fiction)

Chapter 4

Patrick

"What do you want to do for food?"  I ask Megan as we head back to my place.  "There's a ton of stuff around here that will deliver:  pizza, Mexican, Chinese, you name it."

"Ooo, is there a good Chinese place around here?  That sounds delicious."

"Definitely.  I will call when we get back to my place."

"So are we really going to put up Christmas decorations?  It's the night before Christmas Eve, shouldn't you have already done this?"

"Probably, but I've been gone and busy, plus it hasn't been at the top of my list of things to do.  However, my mom called today to make sure that I have everything for Christmas Eve dinner and she asked if the place was decorated, and I may or may not have told her that it was."

Megan laughs.  "Do you normally decorate?"  She asks.

"Amanda always did it or my mom and sisters when they came in.  Normally, I would go home for Christmas, but with everything...they are just coming here.  They are coming in closer to Christmas, so that they can stay into the New Year."

"Oh," is the only response she makes.  I look at her and she is biting her bottom lip.  "I'm going to need her to stop doing that." I think as I turn into the parking garage at Trump Tower.  I use my keycard and wave to Jerry as we drive by.  I park and we get out.

"Everything, okay?"  I ask her as we walk toward the elevator.  I push the button and the door immediately opens.  I put my hand on the small of her back and follow her in.  She is still biting her bottom lip.

"Umm, can I ask you something?"  She asks me nervously.  Shit, here it comes.  She is going to want to know about Buffalo, and I honestly can't tell her.  My lawyer advised me to keep it to myself.  My parents don't even really know all the details because if it gets out, it may get twisted, and the shit starts all over again.  I didn't do anything wrong, and I need her to know that, but that's all that I can tell her.

The elevator stops at my floor and we get out.  As I lead her to my door and into the kitchen, I say "If it's about this summer, I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it.  However, I do want you to know that I didn't do any of the things that the media implied.  I've done some dumb things, and I have taken responsibility for them, but in this case, I didn't do anything wrong."  As I am talking she is taking off her coat and boots, but I need her to hear me.  I don't want her afraid of me, so I stop her and turn her so she is facing me.  Looking directly into her eyes, I say "Megan, listen to me and please hear me.  I am not that person that has been portrayed in the media.  Have I made poor decisions when I've been drinking, absolutely, but I am not this monster that some people want to think I am.  However if you are nervous about being alone with me, then I understand if you want to leave."

I pray she doesn't want to leave because I don't want her to go.  It feels natural having her in my place.  Almost like she belongs here.  She continues to look at me, and the fact that she hasn't responded is killing me.

Megan

"Leave??  I don't want to leave." I think.  "Damn, I just wanted to ask him if he expected more out of the rest of this date than dinner and decorating."  I have no idea what to say to him, but he is staring at me with these sad puppy dog eyes, so I have to say something.

"Patrick, I..." I begin to say.  Screw it!  I stand on my tiptoes, lean in and kiss him.  I wrap my arms around his neck and feel his go around my waist.  He pulls me in close, and my body just seems to melt into him.  It's almost like we were made to be together.