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

the back of my head with how

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

him. He had to know how that stupid wink affected me. I would not

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

just want to make it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the same immature little

ask tiredly. “Do you want me as your girlfriend? Cause that won’t be a disaster. I am going to be an attorney. I don’t need some sort of

He nods. “I know.”

and see what happens,”

you leave town,”

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

going to law school and jump–starting my

before you left, but you didn’t,” he

curiously.

see the boy who used me for sex,”

he teases. “Or is that another

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

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would move closer. Inching forward into my personal space, maybe he brushes his fingers down my arm. And then he would look at

know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted by anyone. I would give in to him, even if I was still angry and heartbroken over what he

desperate I was for something that

come.

away before it made me do something completely

answering that,” I say, gaining control over

chuckles. “It was

warn. “Let me do

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

scold. “Tell me exactly what we are

chin. “I need out of