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 accept my

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

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

stupid wink affected

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

I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the same immature

Cause that won’t be a disaster. I am going to be an attorney. I don’t need some sort of tabloid writing

He nods. “I know.”

this and see what happens,” I sigh, flipping

did you leave

deeply to stop myself from doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking

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

before you

curiously.

not wanting to see the

used me too,” he teases. “Or is that another bullshit

escape. I couldn’t let him see me fall to his charm again. That would be the end of me,

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move closer. Inching forward into my personal space, maybe he

I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted

how desperate I

come.

my shoulders, shooing the daydream away before it made me do something

be answering that,” I say,

he chuckles. “It was worth

Hayes,” I warn. “Let

smirks. “I almost had you

me exactly what

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