THE CHRISTMAS CURSE: My Hockey Alpha

OAKVILLE

AMY'S POV

“Argh!” I let out a sigh of relief as I trailed behind the fleet of people making their way out of the arrivals. After a six hour flight, my body alternated between heavy and sour. My eyes scanned the environment in front of me, and I immediately felt out of place.

A group of people held placards with names of loved ones. Partners held bouquets of flowers, with anticipation sketched on their faces. I forced a small smile, suppressing the loneliness that sank deeper into my bones.

I dragged my awfully heavy luggages, as I made my way towards the car park. I held back a shiver as cold wracked my spine. I walked to a bench and pulled out my jacket from my backpack.

Kyle had gifted me the jacket the moment we got to the airport. A lump gathered around my throat at the thought of my family. How were they faring? Did they still miss me? Does father regret his action? So many questions fizzed through my mind. Questions I had no answers to.

I tuned out as my mind flashed back to Damira crying uncontrollably at the airport. While I sauntered towards the aisle leading to the departures. I could still hear her screams, her tantrums.

Mum's eyes were bleary with tears, she'd hugged me a million times, giving me so much warmth that would see me through the winter holidays, before I got into the plane.

Kyle on the other hand did a bad job holding back his emotions. I’d looked back and saw him wipe a stray tear out of his eyes.

“Watch it young lady!” A scream pulled me out of the sad memories I was conjured in. I looked straight ahead, and the next thing that followed was a loud scream. It took me three minutes to realize the scream had come from me.

I was so immersed in my thoughts, I hadn't realized one of my luggage was gliding down the busy hall. Gosh! I cussed under my breath, and gave it a hot chase, ignoring the curious eyes of the onlookers. I shot my hands out and was this close to reaching for the luggage, when I bumped into something hard, solid hard.

The impact had caught my entire system off guard, it sent me falling hard on my backside. “Ouch!” I groaned in pain. Why was the airport floor this hard anyways?

“Are you blind or something?” A woman hissed, and walked away.

I scoffed, and made a mental image of scratching her face when a delicious masculine voice seeped into my ears. “And this should be yours?”

First, the sleekness in the voice caused my body to arch forward. My skin tingled with a foreign sensation. I stared down, and my eyes drank in a sparkling white pair of custom made sneakers.

“Are you going to sit here, mopping while you cause a scene?” Forget the deliciousness in his tone. When he spoke again, my entire body buzzed with the weight of pure masculine aura.

A wide palm shot out and stretched mere inches away from my face. I hesitated for a second, before I tentatively placed my hands in his. Forget the tingles, electric jolts swarmed in and out of me, till the only thing I could do was hold on to him.

He pulled me up, and for a flitting second, I lost my ability to think through the scent of his mesmerizing cologne. Well honed muscles were in full display, not in a way that signified he wanted to show off. His, was a lazy gesture that was so intrinsic, yet so sensual to have a devastating effect on females. And, I was totally no exception.

The stranger looked like he was straight out of a fashion magazine. Broad lean muscles, that was well outlined underneath the shirt. He was dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, yet he looked…he looked perfect.

My eyes caught his eyes and my toes curled in response. My God. His icy blue ice, complimented his golden hair, with little blond flecks. His facial features were well pronounced, I could bake a vanilla cake out of his face, and not miss even the tiniest texture of his smooth folds.

A small knowing smirk, tipped up the corner of his lips. He must've picked up on my perusal. “Angel, you don't need to eat me up with your eyes that way, there are kids watching.”

My knees buckled at his words. It was in the way the words fell out easily from his lips. On a good day, my stomach could've clenched at the cheesiness in the choice of his words. But it sounded so good, so pure…so,

Girl, better get a hold of yourself. A voice in my head warned. It was at this instant, I realized he was still holding my hands. I cleared my throat and pulled away from him. His scent, so delicious, it tickled the little girl between my thighs.

I rubbed my hands over the side of my neck, concealing the colour in my cheekbones. “I…erm,” My brain freezed over, as I fought to pick out the right words.

Darling you don't need to eat me up with your eyes. My chest tightened as his voice replayed in my voice.

I snapped out of the trance his perfect physique had dragged me into. “I wasn't ogling you!” The red on my cheeks deepened when a passerby gave me a weird look. It's not even up to three hours in Oakville and I'd experienced a thrilling event.

The loud sound of my phone ringing tone distracted me. I dug out the cellphone and casted a brief glance in his direction. “I have to take this…” I brought the phone to my ears.

“Amara!” Grandma Matilda's squeal vibrated my eardrums. “I'm outside the airport. Hurry up, else I leave you to take the train. I have things to attend to.” She said and hung up.

Disappointment clawed my inside as the adrenaline rush in my blood came to a screeching halt. I took my luggage from him. “Thank you for…ummm,”

He perked his head slightly, and his unique eyes came to full view. Each eye had golden flecks around its edges. My goodness, his eyes were so unique.

The corner of his eyes crinkled with a smile. The kind that reached the eyes. “Angel, you were about to say something.”

“For saving my bag,” Lie. “That's what I wanted to say.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “I have to go now.” I spun around, when he placed his hands on my shoulders, fixing me right at the spot.

“The exit is the other way, Angel.” he nudged his head towards the other side.

I nodded, cursing myself for my awkward behavior. I brushed past him, our shoulders grazed, and my insides crinkled with another gust of electricity.

As I made my way to the parking lot, Something in my guts told me, my meeting with the stranger was the first of a thousand more.