The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 8

Evie

How am I supposed to focus when he just looked at me like I should be pitied? I am not going to accept his pity. Not now. Not ever.

“I know that I can’t ever make up for what I did,” he says after a few minutes of silence, twirling a fancy fountain pen between his fingers. “But hopefully, this at- least helps.”

“Hopefully what helps,” I mutter quietly, flipping to the next page of the contract lazily.

He quietly sets down the pen on the surface of the table.

“This,” he answers. “Becoming your client. I heard that you were struggling and wanted to try and help you out.”

Once again, he is pitying me.

“I was doing fine,” I grumble. “I didn’t need you to save me like some maiden in distress. This isn’t a fairytale and you aren’t some knight in shining armor.

“I know you don’t want my help, Evie,” he chuckles. “But between this and your waitressing, I thought you could use the helping hand.

I laugh bitterly. “I know you can’t,” I tease. “You barely have to work for anything. Hockey… Women… all of it falls right into your lap, doesn’t it, Timothy?”

“Did you even see the apology I made-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snap. “Of course I did.”

“Okay. And?”

I groan, rubbing my eyes tiredly. “You didn’t need to do that. You’re making it a bigger deal than it was. All of your fanbase is in an uproar over nothing.”

He scoffs, waving a hand dismissively as an easy smile spreads across his face.

“You should know I don’t care what they think, Evie,” he says in amusement. “I have enough fans to populate the entire northern continent. I just want to know if

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going to accept

my head with how hard I rolled my eyes. “You’re

winking flirtatiously at me. “Admit it, Evie. You liked having

him. He had to know how that stupid wink affected me. I would

doesn’t change,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. “What’s done is done, Timothy.

screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the same immature little kid in high school.

going to be an attorney. I don’t need some sort of tabloid writing nasty things about me because it makes for a good story. I don’t think you

He nods. “I know.”

see what

leave town,” he

eyes tiredly, inhaling deeply to stop myself from doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking this huge file upside his

laugh. “Besides going to law

told me off before

curiously.

to see the boy who used me for sex,” I

he teases. “Or is that another bullshit lie from my

I couldn’t let him see me fall to his charm again. That would be the end of

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that is way too endearing and charming to not have a reaction. Then he would move closer. Inching forward into my personal space, maybe he brushes his fingers

been too long since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would give in

think how desperate I was for

come.

daydream away before it

that,” I say, gaining control over

“It was

“Let me do my

Miss Sinclair,” he smirks. “I almost had you on that

exactly what we are trying to accomplish

sighs heavily, rubbing his chin. “I need out of this contract,”