Martin

Jay, like chewing gum, clung to you like a shoe. His calls, messages turned into torture. He was obsessed with you, and could not accept the fact that you broke up with him.

A famous hockey player, an idol of millions, a model of masculinity and strength. But for you, he was just a neighbor on the floor above. You came up with what seemed to you to be a brilliant plan.

You tracked him down as he was leaving the building with trash.

• Martin! - you called out to him, coming closer.

He stopped and looked at you with irritation.

• What do you want? - he growled.

• I want to offer you something.. Well.. Or should I not offer it, but.. Before you could finish speaking, he interrupted you. “I don’t have time for your suggestions,” he snapped, trying to get around you.

• You will be my boyfriend from this second. - you blurted out.

His eyes widened and he burst out laughing.

• Are you sick? - he spat.
• Maybe I just need help, my ex is bothering me and you will help me.. Oh yeah, I also have information that can ruin your career.. Martin froze.
• What are you talking about?
• I know about your connections with the mafia, and I can tell you that you are too rude to your fans. Martin was silent
• That's it, you're my boyfriend - you decided and took his arm