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

going to accept

see the back of my head with how hard I

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

know how that stupid wink affected me. I would

us. “What’s done is done, Timothy. We both

he laughed. “I just want to make it up to you. I screwed up

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 don’t think

He nods. “I know.”

just get through this and see what happens,” I sigh,

did you leave town,” he

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

to law school

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

curiously.

for not wanting to see the boy

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

letting it escape. I couldn’t let him see me fall to

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a cheeky joke that is way too endearing and charming to not have a reaction. Then he would move closer. Inching forward into my personal space, maybe he brushes

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

how desperate I was

come.

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

I say, gaining

he chuckles. “It

Hayes,” I warn. “Let me

smirks. “I almost had you on that

bite me,” I scold. “Tell me exactly what

his chin. “I need