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

you to even hear me out,”

Timothy

could kill, I would have been dead on the sleek hardwood floors of that office. Those eyes that used to look at me so softly had become dangerously frosty. Why did I have to care so much?

want it.

was, and still am, ruined for

press, setting myself up for a personal record. I am

my legs 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 see who it is, I lay

she asks sharply. “Who

groan, annoyed by the interruption to my therapeutic workout session. “Hello, Stell,” I sigh, performing another leg press. Maybe she would get too distracted to remember why she was

my question,” she snaps

up the

her foot like a child denied

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with me,” she fumes, pulling down the bottom of her

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

pushing me back into the leg

hisses, flashing me her phone

me,” I say tiredly. “I’m not in the mood for your

“Her?”

I

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

thing it isn’t her,” I say, smirking slightly

she says, disgust evident on her face. “For your sake, I hope not.

I shout louder than I intended. Stella goes still for

her hair over one shoulder. “You know

“Don’t

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

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

is

tilts, almost unnaturally. “Oh

say, grabbing my

really

league,” she sighs. “I mean,