Chapter 8 Emmett #2
I shrug as if it's no big deal as we head toward the apartment, which is at the opposite end.
It's on the corner just like mine. You have the entire end of the building.
"It's a four-bedroom, four-bathroom apartment.
There's a twenty-four-hour doorman as well as security.
On the third level is an entire wellness center.
Pool, spa, saunas, gym, and cold plunges.
All the good stuff. During the summer, it's nice to hang out on the rooftop where they have a lounge with grills beside the outdoor pool.
In winter, the fire pits are nice. It has great views of the fireworks for New Year's from it too," I explain.
"Level four has the entertainment section.
Movie theatre, golf simulator. I may have requested for it to also be a hockey simulator for training over the summer.
" I smirk. "There's also a games room on that level.
Billiards. Basketball court. And then level five is co-working spaces and meeting rooms. There are a lot of people who work remotely in the building, so it's busy.
"Oh, also. Level two has the in-house café, restaurant, and bar.
You can order in-house, and it will be delivered.
There is also a self-service mini mart for anything you've forgotten that you couldn't be bothered to head to the shops for.
You tap your credit card to walk in. Grab what you need, and it registers it.
Then walk out. It works well when you can't be bothered to go outside.
Or you know, the media is hounding you."
"That sounds amazing." Pierre chuckles.
"Look, you pay for the convenience in the fees. But to be fair, the amenities in this building are top-notch, so ..."
"Sounds like you never have to leave the building," Felix adds.
"You don't. Which I like."
"Same." Pierre nods.
I show them the apartment, and I can see how much they like it. It's a great apartment. I love my place.
"This is huge for New York," Pierre states.
"Yeah. I like the openness of the apartment."
"The views are great, too, and there's so much light," Felix adds.
"Does your friend seriously want to sell this? It's amazing," Pierre adds.
"Yeah. Dougie is happy in Colorado and wants to build his family’s dream cabin there. So, he has no need for it."
Pierre nods. "If he's up for it, I'd love to make an offer. I'm happy to rent it off him until we can settle."
Wow. Just like that.
"I'll send him a message and see if we can sort something out. I think he'll be happy to get the place off his hands."
Pierre smiles. "One more thing. Don't worry, Cap. Felix and I will not cramp your space. We understand what it's like to come home from training. You just want your space, especially from the team."
"Appreciate that." I nod in response.
"Glad that's settled. Let's head back and celebrate," Felix says.
We head back to my apartment, where all the guys are.
"How'd it go?" Sully asks.
"Love it. Fingers crossed, we can arrange something with Dougie," Pierre tells him.
"Dougie will come through. Don't you worry," Sully reassures him.
"This is cause for celebration. The St. Pierre brothers finally have some good news," Evan calls out.
I internally groan.
"Hell, yeah, we do," Pierre says as one of the guys hands them both a beer. "Thanks, guys, for this tonight. I fucking needed it." Pierre sighs as he takes a seat.
"Things will get better. Something else will happen, and the media will move on," Bouch tells him.
"Fucking hope so," Pierre adds.
"They have with me," Felix adds.
"Yeah, but only because of the drama with Harper," Pierre says, rolling his eyes.
"What drama?" Fish asks.
"I kind of punched her ex in the face, and he's kicking up a stink in the media. But I was sticking up for my woman. The guy is a fucking slimeball," Felix explains.
The boys all nod. Pretty sure we'd all do the same for our women. If we had any.
"It's how we found out that he was dating her. When his face was splashed across the news," Pierre says, sounding a bit angry about it.
"He isn't a fan of Harper's. Even though she is the one that fucking got him out of Italy in the middle of the night on her jet," Felix says, eyeballing his brother. "All because she called his ass out when they were kids."
"She destroyed my relationship with Issy," Pierre argues back.
"Her walking in on you fucking a puck bunny ruined it," Felix bites back.
The room falls silent.
"It was fucking college. I was a dumbass. You can't tell me none of you guys did anything like that when you were younger?" Pierre asks the room.
Mumbles of yes and no fill the room.
"Issy wasn't just anyone," Felix argues back.
"No shit," Pierre says, fiddling with his beer.
Guess there's a story there.
"Look, puck bunnies will always get you into trouble. You've got to be strong," Fish states like he's an authority on the matter.
"I learned my lesson. Issy never spoke to me again for fifteen years. She moved to London and ghosted me," Pierre explains sadly.
"Damn, man, that's rough," Fish says, tipping his beer in his direction.
"I messed up. I didn't realize what I had until it was gone," Pierre says.
"Sounds like you still have feelings for her?" Evan asks.
"He never got over her." Felix smirks, spilling his brother's secrets.
"Guess it's lucky you didn't get married," Nelly adds, which earns him a couple of groans from the guys.
"Yeah, I am. But I don't think a second chance is on the cards for Issy and me," he says sadly.
"Well, at least everything else in your life is taking a turn for the better," Sully adds.
"Ignore him. He's a positive motherfucker," Evan teases.
We drink, talk, and laugh.
The tension from earlier dissolves, and Pierre and Felix relax. Really relax. By the end of the night, they're not just new teammates. They're part of the family.