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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to accept my

of my head with how hard I rolled

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

how that stupid wink affected me.

finally say, breaking the silence between us. “What’s done is done, Timothy. We both

screwed up by taking

award,” I ask tiredly. “Do you want me as your girlfriend? Cause that won’t be a disaster. I am going to be an attorney. I don’t need

He nods. “I know.”

this and see what

did you leave

from doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking this huge file

law school and

at least told me off before

curiously.

wanting to see the boy who used me for

too,” he teases. “Or is that another

laugh. I had to bite my cheek from letting it escape. I couldn’t let him see me fall to his charm again. That

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He would disarm me with a cheeky joke 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

fold. I would cave in an instant. I know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would give in to him, even if I was still angry and heartbroken

was depressing to think how desperate I was for something that

come.

the daydream away before it made me do something completely

be answering that,” I say,

chuckles. “It

I warn. “Let me do my

it, Miss Sinclair,” he smirks. “I almost

me exactly what we

chin. “I need out of this contract,” he answers