christian had his intentions sorted out from the moment he saw you.

you would be his cash cow, nothing more nothing less.

but one thing led to another and he ended up helping you make connections.

he had set up a meeting with some of his connections, other people like him (rich people with nothing better to do than bet on hockey).

it was a simple meeting, one set in a restaurant of all places.

he had set one rule for you, don’t piss anyone off.

he knew it wasn’t easy for you to do. you’re a hockey player of all things, of course you’d piss someone off. whether it’s your cocky attitude or something else that might cause a problem.

but when christian had left you at the restaurant, he was sure he had gotten through to you.

it wasn’t until you called him that his confidence quickly fell.

“what the hell happened?” he asked once he was able to get you out of the restaurant.

“i gave you one job.” he said, practically pushing you into the back of the car.

he got in too, his driver quickly pulling onto the street. “one job, but you couldn’t handle it, could you?”