MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Left. Right. Duck. Dodge. The tall brunette man threw all of his strength and power into the punches, landing each into the sturdy leather bag with intent. Loud music played through his earbuds, the fast-paced, angry beat fueling his drive. He was practically dripping in sweat and was certain that his muscles would be sore later. But, he didn't care. He needed this, needed to let off some steam. And since that time of year, the local skating rink was more for romantic ice skating dates than intense hockey training, he had no choice but to use the hotel gym. Wesley's high school captain days were long over, and he was certainly a bit more out of practice than he liked to be. But he stilled played regularly, hosting once a month games with some old college buddies. Had Parker lived closer, he would most certainly have asked his best friend to join. How that guy was living in an iceless place, Wes never quite understood.
"Son of a bitch," he cursed, throwing one final hard punch into the bag. It was a little wild, he could admit. But the bag still swang like a satisfying pendulum, and that was enough for him. Wes pulled his earbuds out, slipping them back into his gym bag before grabbing a small towel to wipe away the moisture from his forehead. His heart was racing, but he felt good, productive, yet strangely relaxed. Working out had always seemed to do that for him, creating a way to let off some steam while replicating some semblance of violence. And for a guy with a temper like his, that was necessary. Grabbing his water bottle from the bag as well, Wesley nearly downed the whole thing, glancing around the room. It was fairly empty except for a small group of women on the recumbent bicycles in the corner. They were easily 20 years old than him, and most certainly not shy about their oogling. After all, he knew he wasn't that bad to look at.
Wes tossed his water bottle and towel back into his bag, sliding the strap over his shoulder before heading towards the door. He nodded at the women as he passed, offering them a grin and a "Morning, ladies," as a greeting. They erupted into a series of whispers, but the businessman didn't stick around long enough to listen to what they were saying, and he probably didn't want to anyway. Climbing the stairs to his hotel room, he couldn't help but pause just inside the door. Ever since he was a child, Wesley had gotten used to extravagance. The most expensive foods and clothes, wait staff to tend to his every need, and enough money to buy whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. While it was a life of luxury, it was still lonely. He most certainly didn't need a kitchenette suite for a few night's stay in his hometown, but he could quite shake the habit.
Crossing over to the nightstand, Wesley picked up his phone to check his messages, completely unsurprised to find a series of texts and emails from his team. He had tried to make it very clear that he should only be contacted in the event of an emergency. But that was being largely ignored. Because, as much as he wished he could have a vacation, work always came first for the Frosts, even in the event of such a tragedy as a friend's death. Wes wished he could learn to have some semblance of a work-life balance, maybe take advantage of the spotty cell signal in the mountains. But he knew that his job would find a loophole in that as well. So, he spent the next hour getting ready to leave on their trip while simultaneously answering all of the incoming messages and emails that demanded his attention.
"Checking out so soon, Mr. Frost?" the receptionist asked a bit later as the now showered-and-dressed man sat his key card on the counter. "Unfortunately so," Wes answered, "Business to attend to." While his answer wasn't entirely truthful, it was better than explaining to some stranger the intricacies of Anna and how she planned this whole cabin trip for their old group to get back together again after her death. Besides, he was fairly certain the woman was just being polite and didn't actually care about his time there. "There's a car waiting for you out front. We hope you stay with us again soon," she continued, gesturing to the door. It sounded rehearsed. But Wes nevertheless offered her a smile in thanks before walking through the automatic doors and getting into the black town car.
The drive through the town was rather nostalgic, reminded him of places he had once been or things he had once sing. It seemed like forever ago, but it had really been only a few years. Time seemed to both fly by and drag on at the same time. Unfortunately, the sight-seeing down memory lane was short-lived, and It wasn't long before the car pulled into the almost empty parking lot of the high school. Wes peered up at the brick building for a moment, remembering how it had once been his place of freedom from life within the Frost family. It had been some of the best times of his life, and Wes found that he was actually pretty excited to potentially reignite some of those memories. The car parked alongside a black van, signifying their arrival. "Keep the change," the businessman said almost absentmindedly, handing the driver a $100 bill as a tip. Without waiting to hear a response, he slipped from the seat onto the snowy ground with his suitcase in hand.
the prince
wesley.
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