The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 11

Evie

I was horrified. He had gotten himself a private investigator to find me. There was no other plausible reason for him to know where I was in the first place.

“Answer the question, Mister Hayes,” I order, my tone becoming icy.

He continues fumbling over his words. “I- I can explain.”

That was all the confirmation I needed.

“Well, then. Please go ahead and explain yourself. I’m dying to hear what excuse you have in your incredibly expensive–looking suit jacket you have on,” I scoff.

He shakes his head, laughing tiredly.

“You practically vanished overnight,” he says defensively. “You didn’t text. You didn’t call. Hell, Evie. You had every reason to come and yell at me for what I did. But you just left. And no one in your family knew a thing. They didn’t even care. All of your stuff was just tossed on the front lawn.”

“I didn’t want to see you,” I explain flatly.

“I get that,” he says. “But seeing you the other night at the restaurant and bumping into you after the game, I had to set things right.”

“To make yourself feel better,” I laugh bitterly. “I’m not mad. I should’ve known better. You didn’t hide the fact that you were involved with other girls.”

“I wasn’t,” he says firmly. “I cut it all off before I even started talking to you. I wanted things with us to be different. I thought you were inexperienced.”

Fury burns through my veins now.

“You wanted things to be different, Timothy,” I ask, my voice shaking from pure unadulterated rage. “Did you really? Is that why you made that bet? I was just that special?”

“Evie,” he says, guilt filling his eyes again. “I didn’t-

“No,” I say sharply. Inhaling deeply, I start gathering my things. The workday wast

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over at this point. I could call it quits and Mister Erickson wouldn’t mind. “I think this conversation is over. And I don’t know. I might not even take the case. I don’t care if I’m thrown out of this firm.”

His body was frozen. The space goes silent between us. It stretches on for

of you to even hear me out,”

Timothy

me so softly had become dangerously frosty. Why did I have to care so much? We both know I could

want it.

since that night, I was, and still am, ruined for

move to the leg press, setting myself up for a personal record. I am angry enough

before pushing it back up into resting position. About halfway through my set, my headphones are ripped from my head. I almost get up to fight whoever had just done that, except, the moment I

asks

Stell,” I sigh, performing another leg press.

my question,” she

you calm down,” I huff, locking up the machine so

her foot like a child denied

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her skin–tight neon dress that left little to the

there to understand, Stella,” I scoff.

at me, pushing me back into the leg

tell me,” she hisses, flashing me her phone

“I’m not

“Her?”

being ridiculous,” I

she says sharply. “I hate

her,” I say, smirking slightly

Emma Monroe,” she says, disgust evident on her face. “For

than I intended. Stella goes still for a second. “I’m not telling you who

hair over one shoulder.

laugh. “Don’t lie to

you like someone else to make me like you, Timothy,” she says, folding her arms across her chest. I know my dad is still putting you through the ringer, but since you got the best captain thing, he has to let us bet together. And you’ll be on the ice as long as

hopping back off the leg press and heading to leave. “Stop trying to

is

head tilts, almost unnaturally.

I say, grabbing my

would really be

you became untouchable for the rest of the league,” she sighs. “I mean,