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

the back of my head with how hard I rolled my

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

how that stupid wink affected me. I would

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

on,” he laughed. “I just want to make it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m

to be an attorney. I

He nods. “I know.”

through this and see what

you leave

shut my eyes tiredly, inhaling deeply to stop myself from doing anything

laugh. “Besides going to law school and jump–starting my

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

curiously.

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

teases. “Or

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

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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

was depressing to think how desperate

come.

shooing the daydream away before it

answering that,” I say, gaining control over

chuckles. “It was

I warn. “Let me

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

me,” I scold. “Tell me exactly what we are

“I need