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

see the back of my head with how hard I rolled my eyes. “You’re

me,” he chuckles, winking flirtatiously at me. “Admit

had to know how that stupid wink affected me. I would not let him. see me as

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

laughed. “I just want to make it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the

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

He nods. “I know.”

this and see what happens,”

did you leave town,” he

deeply to stop myself from doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking this huge

law school and

could’ve at least told me off before you

curiously.

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

teases. “Or is that

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

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starts with a laugh. He would disarm me with a cheeky joke that is way too endearing and charming to not have a reaction. Then he would move

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

how desperate I was for

come.

away before it made me do something

be answering that,” I say, gaining

chuckles. “It was worth

I warn. “Let me

Sinclair,” he smirks. “I

me,” I scold. “Tell me exactly what

need out of this contract,”