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

head with how

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

wink affected me. I would not

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

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

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

He nods. “I know.”

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

you leave town,”

myself from doing anything unprofessional. Like smacking

laugh. “Besides going to law school and

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

curiously.

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

he teases. “Or is that another bullshit

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

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me with 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 his fingers down my arm. And then he would look at me, a devilish smile to finish

I would fold. I would cave in an instant. I know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would give in to him, even if

was depressing to think how desperate I was for

come.

before it made me do something completely reckless

be answering that,” I

“It was worth a

Hayes,” I warn. “Let

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

“Tell me exactly what we are trying to

his chin. “I need out of