Beaulieu's Girl

Beaulieu's Girl

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New to Montreal, I, Rosalie is starting school at McGill University studying to be an athletic trainer. I use to live in Denmark with my family, but wanted to go to school in a different country. I hope to make new friends, find a job, start fresh, and possibly find a boyfriend. That's kind of hard to do when you're living with your brother, and two of his teammates in Down Town Montreal. Yep my brother plays for the Montreal Canadiens. He is Centerman #81 Lars Eller.
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BRENDAN The first on-ice time after a rest is always when I realize, anew, that I feel simply better with my skates on: more alive, more myself. It's like someone wiped away the dust over the glass I see the world trough: everything is more vivid. ... The Coach calls me and talks directly my duty: "We already know Jesperi is able to play with us." He says. I translate 'he is able' in: 'we need him desperately', but I don't say a word and the coach goes on: "But I doubt Weiner can stand the pressure." I ask the next question even if I already know the answer, because you know, it's first day and the two guys are so new: "You want me just to verbal stress them, or do I get physical?" The coach looks at me, bored: "Am I breathing?" He asks. I grin. SERENA I keep walking, but the blond guy remark stings. Of course I'm not his type. I bet he likes petite blondes showing thin floss-between-ass-cheeks selfies on social and thinner sense of humor. He's not my type, either. I'd rather tall men with dangerous look. I've never been on pretty blond guys with boyish grin. I like the Jason Momoa type and if I had to break my no-date rule it would be with someone like... Ok. Who am I lying to? In my rules book, number zero is about no sex... aaand.... I'm not going there. ... I freeze. I'm doing the math: hot guys, broad shoulders, necks large as jaws, broken noses, big egos... I turn around and stare at the office entrance just while the black-haired, angel-faced guy pushes the glass door and enter the office reception. BEFORE YOU GET STARTED: Sex scenes are explicit. If you're under eighteen or too sensitive, please don't read. English is not my native language, I improved it by writing this fanfic, please let me know where I got it wrong and please, comment, so I will improve! I had fun writing, I hope you'll have fun too!

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