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

big of 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

want it.

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

drop the weights, letting the crashing of the bar break me out of my headspace. I move to the leg press, setting myself up for a personal record. I

weight bear down on 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

asks sharply. “Who

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

my question,” she snaps

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

screams, stomping her foot like a child denied a piece of candy. “You

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be with me,” she fumes, pulling down the bottom of her skin–tight neon dress that left little to the imagination. “I mean, I don’t

to understand, Stella,” I scoff.

me back into the leg

hisses, flashing me her phone

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

“Her?”

being ridiculous,” I growl. “Get

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

say, smirking slightly

Emma Monroe,” she says, disgust evident on her face. “For your sake, I hope

Stella,” I shout louder than I intended. Stella goes still for a

one shoulder. “You know I’m going to find

“Don’t lie to

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

together,” I snort, hopping back off the leg press and heading to

is

tilts, almost unnaturally. “Oh

Stella,” I say, grabbing my towel and wiping down my

really

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