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 accept my

could practically see the back of my head with

flirtatiously at me. “Admit it, Evie. You liked having me grovel on tv for

wink affected me. I would not let

change,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. “What’s done

it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the same immature little kid in high school. I’ve

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

He nods. “I know.”

see what happens,” I sigh, flipping back

leave town,” he

to stop myself from doing anything unprofessional.

“Besides going to law school

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

curiously.

see the

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

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

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have a reaction. Then he would move closer. Inching forward into

instant. I know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would give

think how desperate I was for something that would

come.

the daydream away before it made me do something

won’t be answering that,” I say, gaining

“It was

Hayes,” I warn. “Let me do

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

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

need out of