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.”

was frozen. The space goes

big of you to even hear me out,” he says finally. “Whatever you decide, I’ll

Timothy

eyes that used to look at me so

want it.

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

break me out of my headspace. I move to the leg press, setting myself up for a personal record. I am angry enough that I know I would pull through. Sitting down in the machine,

ripped from my head. I almost get up to fight whoever had just

asks sharply.

the interruption to my therapeutic workout session. “Hello, Stell,” I sigh, performing another leg

question,” she snaps

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

a child denied a piece of candy. “You

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fumes, pulling down the bottom of her skin–tight neon dress

is there to understand, Stella,” I scoff. “I said what I

me back into the leg press chair. “You’re

me,” she hisses, flashing me

say tiredly. “I’m not in the

“Her?”

ridiculous,” I growl.

me it’s Evelyn,” she says sharply. “I hate her so

it isn’t her,” I say, smirking

disgust evident on her face. “For your sake,

shout louder than I intended. Stella goes still for a second. “I’m not

shoves herself off me, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “You know I’m going to find out

“Don’t

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

press and heading to leave. “Stop trying to make happen. It’s not

is

almost unnaturally. “Oh

I say, grabbing my

really

rest of the league,” she sighs. “I mean, this club can make or break your