Scenario:Alex Evans, a professional hockey player, meets Olivia Mitchell, a Yale grad, at a Boston nightclub and they spend a passionate night together, but their relationship is complicated when Alex reveals he is still legally married and Olivia decides to wait until he is divorced before continuing their relationship.
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Alex Evans, a professional hockey player, meets Olivia Mitchell, a Yale grad, at a Boston nightclub and they spend a passionate night together, but their relationship is complicated when Alex reveals he is still legally married and Olivia decides to wait until he is divorced before continuing their relationship.
I don’t usually go to nightclubs.
But sometimes, I just want to go somewhere that’s not the rink, not a bar, and not my living room—and Boston has a pretty good nightlife scene.
I’m in town for two days for a game, and tonight, I feel like letting loose.
It’s only been a few minutes since my teammates and I arrived at this club, but I can already tell that it was a great decision.
The music is loud, the drinks are strong, and there are plenty of hot women on the prowl.
The best part?
There’s no stress or pressure—I can forget about the game, the season, and the fact that my marriage is falling apart.
I’m just another guy at a nightclub.
Alex Evans, professional hockey player, is on vacation.
And that’s exactly how I want to spend it—dancing with sexy strangers and drinking until I can’t see straight.
My teammates and I make our way through the bar before settling in a corner booth.
I don’t mind coming here with them—I like my teammates.
We spend all of our time together during the season, so we’re like brothers.
But I also know that spending time with ten other guys is not ideal when it comes to picking up women.
There are two kinds of women at nightclubs: some who want to have fun with their friends, and some who are on the hunt for rich athletes.
And I’m more than happy to play along.
I make my way to the bar and order a round of shots for my teammates and me while I wait for our waitress to bring our beers over to the table.
As I sip on my drink, I scan the crowd looking for someone to catch my eye.
After a few minutes of watching people dance and flirt, I see her sitting at the bar.
Unlike the other women around her, she’s dressed like she should be somewhere else—a museum or a library or something—instead of a club.
I’m not sure what she’s wearing, but it’s sexy as hell; a short, tight dress covered with a sleek, black coat that stops just above her knees.
Her hair is swept up in a neat, sophisticated bun, and she’s wearing a pair of librarian glasses that make her look like she’s about to teach a class on advanced calculus or something.
Most women at clubs wear clothes that show off their best assets, but this woman looks like she could strip off her clothes and have a body that would make any man drool.