Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Natalie
I went to the guys’ place to do the usual Monday routine when they were in town—order food, pack their suitcases if they were traveling, give their non-hockey-related schedules.
Thankfully, with it being the end of summer, I didn't need to place a massive food order every week, but it meant a little less with the sponsorship deals. This was when I could focus on my real career: social media content creator.
I always liked to get the food order done first, which also meant going over the nutrition plan and deciding what things the boys would actually eat during the week. As I peeked into the fridge, I noticed Spencer's cologne. He always seemed to drench himself in that pine scent.
I turned around to face Spence. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. There were days I regretted taking on the job as his personal assistant since it forced me to be so close to him and yet forever in the friend zone. It sucked.
Despite being only five foot ten, he was almost always the center of attention.
Part of that was because he didn't shut up, especially on the ice.
Then again, him not knowing when to shut up was the main reason why he needed my help.
He used me more as a social media manager to keep him out of trouble off the ice more than as a life organizer, unlike my brother.
He held up a piece of paper. "I got that statement for you."
I shut the fridge and snatched the piece of paper from his hands.
His handwriting was tiny and barely legible, but since I'd been working with him for years, I didn't have any issues reading it.
I want to apologize for my recent actions against Anastasia Schmetinova and Jaxson Smith.
Admittedly, I went too far. I respect Ms. Schmetinova's reffing and have only been an asshole toward her when Smith was present.
I saw that Jaxson Smith was interested in her early in the game, and my attempts to get under his skin got the better of me.
I shouldn't have said anything that night in Pittsburgh, but I was still bitter that Smith got the best of me in our previous battle.
So I went low again, and it's not something I'm proud of.
I've been aligned with the Vancouver Women's Shelter, the Camden County Women's Shelter, and Joseph's House for years.
I've tripled my annual check to all three agencies, which will give each organization six hundred thousand this year.
I also plan to work with our team's therapist to make sure I don't do something like this again. I will still be an agitator on the ice, but I don’t want to take it off the ice.
I smiled. It was a damn good statement. Not too polished but genuine. It was why I insisted on him writing his own letter.
"That's good. We can work with this."