Every year there is a lavish party held to celebrate the person of the year in our small town.

Who happens to be a famous hockey player who is a rival.

my brother. Obviously my brother was the only one hot about going to their house.

I wore a long black dress that hugged me nicely with my silky black hair sitting on my shoulders.

Their big house was already filled with people but I saw something.

The main star could not be found.

I slipped away to the stairs when I found him in his room.

Hands tangled in his hair as he looks stressed with his shoulders tense.

I sneak to the stairs when I find him on the stairsI walk towards him, knowing he knows I'm here because of my clinking healing.

I move his hand away from his head as those loving eyes look up at me. I walk towards, knowing he knows I'm here with my heels clicking.

I pulled his hand away from his head as those charming eyes glanced at me.

"What's got you so stressed, sir?" He shook his head while now grabbing both of my hands and holding them above his head.

Makes me run my fingers through his wavy golden locks.

But after a while I heard a groan from him.

"God, that feels good." His hand left mine as it wrapped around my waist, pressing his face against my stomach.

I continue to stroke her hair before I kiss the top of her head.

"Come on, big boy. You've got an audience to impress." He looked up at me.

"I just need to impress you."