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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Chapter 8

to accept my

practically see the back of my head with how hard

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

had to know how that stupid wink affected me. I

us. “What’s done

to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not

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 some sort of tabloid writing nasty things about me because it makes for a

He nods. “I know.”

this and see what happens,” I sigh, flipping back into the

you leave town,” he

doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking

law school and jump–starting

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

curiously.

me for not wanting to see the boy who used me for sex,” I

he teases. “Or

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

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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. And then

since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would

desperate

come.

daydream away before it

that,” I say,

he chuckles. “It was worth a

I warn. “Let me do

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

me,” I scold. “Tell me exactly what

sighs heavily, rubbing his chin. “I need