The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 2

Evie

The night went on and I continued setting tables for a private event set for this evening. It was a nice little break from the constant stream of guests that would come through.

It was hard to tune out the highlight reels of the Thunderbolts Captain being the leading scorer in the league and becoming the rookie of the year.

How some people manage to become that successful amazes me. He must be the city’s favorite little hockey star.

I hummed quietly to myself as I moved around the dining room.

“Waitress,” a woman’s shrill voice squawked. “Waitress!”

My head snaps up at the signal. “I’m so sorry, mam,” I apologize carefully. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, for starters, why don’t you actually serve me,” she scolds. “I have been sitting here for ten minutes trying to get your attention!”

I looked around. My eyes were starting to turn towards where I stood.

“Absolutely, mam,” I stammer. “What can I get you?”

“I need a drink, but everyone in here seems to be too distracted by the craziness outside,” she says with a huff.

I looked down at her glass. “What kind of wine would you like?”

“Your most expensive bottle. Make it snappy,” she orders sharply.

“Anything else?”

important guest coming. Bring two glasses,” she

“I’ll be right back with your

this make me

out to the table. The woman watched me with cold eyes as

“Anything—“

sudden splash of fragrant red wine over my face shut me up

get your attention,” she laughed smugly. “That’s for being

“Are you not

our night. I bought out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we

– He

once again lost any and all ability to speak.

smirked. “I’d go get

a stall. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, it brought me back to the torment of high school. It was brutal how some kids were just

few minutes later, I finally managed to calm myself down and I stepped back onto the floor.

sections after learning about my run in, and the rest of my shift went fairly smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of the

throwing it tiredly over my shoulder.

jerkoff was zooming down the street in

“Wait!”

wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one and only

attractive as ever with those hazel eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured

this night get any

Evie Sinclair,

picked up

“I know you. I swear

ignored him again.

at least give you a ride,” he offered

right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear a car door open quickly and

night could get so much

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