บททั้งหมดของ Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Luther's POV My mother's old tires screeched as the car come to a stop in front of a small bungalow. The house is so old that the paint is practically falling off. The sky roars with thunder, and the raindrops beat against the roof of the car. It's like a thousand spirits are telling us that we are not welcome in Densberry. This is the seventh town my mother and I will be moving to after my father did the most shameful thing ten years ago…A decade earlier, I was just an ordinary boy growing up in a metropolis, with young parents in love. My mother was a senior accountant in a big firm, and so was my father. Everything changed when my father spent two months secretly moving large funds into an untraceable account. Afterwards, he disappeared without a trace, carrying all the money with him. My mother didn't know what to do. Her husband told her nothing of his eight figure heist, so she picked up her seven years old child, and ran away. We've been on the run ever since then. W

Luther's POV Panic grows in my chest, my head is throbbing with a headache. My nose is bleeding terribly, and I start to feel hazy due to the loss of blood. I don't have a handkerchief with me, so I fold my sweater and place it over my nostrils. Marlon, my assaulter, is gone now, and I have to find my way to the nurse's office before I bleed to death. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, so no one can witness my walk of shame. I know the nurse's office, I have walked by it many times. I knock on the door before pushing it open with all my strength. This is not the time to be polite, I'm bleeding to death. I don't know, maybe I have started to hallucinate because the lady in front of me, wearing the white nurse uniform, can't be more than a couple years older than me. How is she a nurse? Her beautiful face is stricken with shock, and her long eye lashes bates in my direction. “Oh my God, poor boy. What happened to you?” She takes my arm and leads me to the bed in the corner.

LUTHER I linger in the bathroom minutes after Marlon has left. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I have to slap myself a few times to make sure that I am not in a dream or something. Did Marlon Gustave just kiss me? Did he just touch me and get me yearning for more?This has never been something that I have experienced in my life. I've been gay for as long as I have remembered, but I've never even kissed a boy before. A girl? Yes, but that's a whole other different story. After staying in the bathroom for close to ten minutes, I decide to pick up the pieces of myself and return back to the classroom. I look like I have had an encounter with a horrific, brain eating monster in the bathroom. As soon as my ass touches my chair, when Bernice reaches out to rub my back.“Are you okay, Luther? You look like you encountered a ghost.” She whispers to me. At this point, I am slightly irritated by her, so I subtly swat her hand away. “Nothing, Bernice, I think I'm just feeling a l

LUTHERMy eyes glisten with tears and my throat feels painful, like I have swallowed large, jagged chunks of glass. Seeing Marlon go out my window while I'm still throbbing from his touch and covered with his cum makes me sick. I don't know what I was expecting from this encounter, but definitely not this miserable feeling I am experiencing now. I try to blink away the tears as I get up from the bed and stand by the window. His expensive car is parked a few houses away, and the taillights blinks as he drives away. I wish I had hit him harder with the brick, maybe that would have given him a brain reset. “Fuck you, Marlon Gustave.” I murmur under my breath. ******I wanted to drown myself in the bathtub just so I could skip school, but my mother isn't having any of that, so I'm forced to go. Things are different, and I think I hate Densberry even more now. When I get to class, Bernice is sitting on my table as she applies her makeup. Of course it's not allowed to have a mad

MARLON My hands are deep in my pockets because of how badly they are twitching. I want to punch this man that is across the table from Luther. Luth looks like he wants to kill me, but I don't care. How was I supposed to allow him to go on a date with someone so much older than he is? “Marlon, what are you doing here?” He rolls his eyes. “M– Marlon Gustave! It's really you!” Luther's date stands up and stretches his hand for a shake, his head bowed in respect. “My name is Chris Walker, and I am a huge fan of your family.” I look at his hand, but I wouldn't touch him, not even a pole. He disgusts me, and I am not going through the trouble to hide it. “You haven't answered my question, Marlon. What the fuck are you doing here?” Luther asks with a stern look on his face. I didn't come here to speak to him, so I turned to his date, Chris. “Chris, do you know how old Luther is?” I ask with a slight tilt of my head. Chris swallows a gulp as his eyes dart here and there. “Um, sevent