Chapter 7 #3
“Wow. Coach Miles told me that you needed to talk to me about a possible relationship, and that you’d be coming to my office,” she says.
“I didn’t know anything more than this. Levon, you don’t date.
I heard relationship and thought this is a fuck buddy he felt he needed to announce to me. I was obviously wrong.”
“You’re digging a very deep hole, Elsie,” Santo grumbles.
“You don’t see the shit that crosses my desk, Dr. Diaz,” Elsie says. “Marilyn helps with the Public Relations fiascos, and I have to determine how it will impact your careers. It’s not an easy task.”
“Speaking of, I’m surprised she’s not here,” I say, holding back any disparaging remarks I may have. Her tactics have helped some of my teammates, but I don’t particularly believe I need it.
“She got pulled into another meeting,” Elsie says. “You all keep us very busy. I’m going to need a few things from you since this is an actual relationship.”
“Glad we proved you wrong,” I say drolly. “I hate people, don’t skirt or dick chase. I play hockey, do charity work, and occasionally participate in a bar brawl.”
“This is definitely the lesser of two evils,” Elsie says. “When did this first begin?”
“It honestly kind of crept up on me,” I admit. “The doctor is hot. I ignored the attraction until I couldn’t anymore. Then—”
“We pursued each other,” Santo interrupts me, holding tightly onto my hand. “I really enjoy working here, but I’m not giving Levon up.”
“Nor will you need to,” she says. “You won’t need to stop working with him either. We do like to be updated on relationships as they arise for our records so that they don’t become an issue. I’m also aware that these things can develop by surprise, Dr. Diaz.”
My lips twist as I listen to her continually refer to him by his professional name. She knows she fucked up.
“So what happens now?” I ask, unable to keep a polite tone. Santo cuts a glance to me, but I refuse to look over at him.
I’m pissed. We have both been worrying needlessly about this, and I’m exhausted. I really want to break shit, which is about to lead to my first official date with Santo.
“Submit the paperwork that you’re a pack, and that’s all I’ll need for now,” Elsie says. “You both look tired. Yesterday was an away game, go get some sleep. Levon, congratulations on a great game.”
Nodding mutely, I stand alongside Santo.
“Thanks,” I grunt, dragging him out of the office.
“What are we doing?” he hisses.
“We are going to celebrate,” I decide. “We are going to decide on a pack name, submit our paperwork, and then I’m taking you on our first fucking date.”
“Will there be fucking?” he asks, smirking at me.
There’s my man.
“That’s entirely up to you, but we are going to break a lot of shit legally first,” I say.
“Well, that’s intriguing.”
“So, mine or yours?” I ask, knowing he’ll understand what I mean.
Shoving open the doors out of the office, I drop my head back as the sun hits my face. It may be cooler, but I love being outside.
“Ah,” Santo shakes his head as we walk to our car. We decided to take my SUV to make things easier. “If we are going logically, I moved in with you, so you should take my name.”
“Perfect, let’s fucking do it,” I say. At his startled look, I shrug.
“The details on this aren’t important. I’m focused on the end result.
You can’t break up a pack unless we choose to do that.
I’m loyal to a fault, despite never really having been in a relationship.
I haven’t had anyone I even wanted to try it with. ”
“Okay then,” he nods. “So Pack Diaz it is. We’re really going now?”
“Well, we have to stop for breakfast at some point because I’m starving,” I groan. “It needs to be on my meal plan, or Coach will kill me.”
Even drinking is restricted right now. He’s being a real hardass about it, but I want to win, so I’ll do it.
“There’s a place that does protein bowls,” he says. “Let’s swing by there. It’s near the offices where we’ll need to fill out and file our paperwork.”
“Fuck yes,” I say, unlocking the vehicle.
Climbing in, we run our errands without issue. Santo immediately relaxes as soon as the paperwork to create our pack is complete, leaning against me with relief.
“What’s next?” he asks, already looking tired.
“Coffee, and then our date? Or…we could do a rain check.”
“Absolutely not,” he replies. “I’ll take coffee and my date. Thank you very much.”
“As long as you aren’t going to start cursing me out in Spanish,” I tease him.
“Hmmm. You haven’t heard anything yet,” he says, walking hand in hand with me.
Santo freely gives me affection now that we’re official, and I wish we’d done this sooner. I’ve been too wrapped up in him to be able to string two words together that haven’t been “fuck me.”
I’m glad he pushed for this conversation because of the severity of our situation. Elsie Williams is still on my shit list though.
Swinging through a drive through, I order him an upside down caramel macchiato, and myself an oatmilk latte. Santo simply smirks at my sugar free coffee, knowing I can’t have his sweeter drink as he sips his own.
“You’re just as much of a brat,” I mutter, driving to the rage room. It’s indoors, but every room is themed. I saw an alien resurrection part of it that I think would be fun.
I enjoy the thrill, and that isn’t limited to the adrenaline dump that occurs when I’m half scared out of my mind.
“How do you feel about aliens?” I ask, finishing my coffee as I pull into a parking spot.
“That’s a very open ended question,” he says, brow raised. “What are you thinking?”
“Rage room. The one with the most points, that kills the most aliens, gets a blow job on the drive home.”
“Since you’re driving, this seems stacked in your favor,” he chuckles, getting out of the car. His coffee drink is empty, and I can see that he’s much more awake now as I follow him out and lock up.
“I have a lot of pent up aggression after talking to Elsie,” I sigh.
Wrapping his arm around my waist as we walk, he shrugs.
“Game on. It just so happens that I do too.”
Grinning, we walk into the business, ready to kick some alien ass.