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

back of my head with how hard I rolled my

you love me,” he chuckles, winking flirtatiously at me. “Admit it, Evie. You

to know how that stupid wink affected me. I

breaking the silence between us. “What’s done is

want to make it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the same immature little kid in

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 some sort of tabloid writing nasty things about me because it makes for a good story. I

He nods. “I know.”

through this and see what happens,” I

did you leave

tiredly, inhaling deeply to stop myself from doing

to law school

told me off before you left, but you didn’t,” he

curiously.

the boy who used

“Or is that another bullshit

let him see me fall to his charm again. That would be the end of me, I just

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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 down my arm.

fold. I would cave in an instant. I know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted by

was depressing to think how desperate I was

come.

daydream away before it

won’t be answering that,” I say,

chuckles. “It was worth

Hayes,” I warn. “Let me do my

it, Miss Sinclair,” he smirks. “I

me exactly

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