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.”

almost jolts at the words. His body was frozen. The space

me out,”

Timothy

floors of that office. Those eyes that used to look at me so

want it.

night, I was, and still am, ruined

for a personal record.

my set, my headphones are ripped from my head. I almost get up to fight

asks

Stell,” I sigh, performing another leg press. Maybe she would get too

my question,” she snaps

down,” I huff, locking up the machine so

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to be with me,” she fumes, pulling down the bottom of her skin–tight neon dress that left little to the imagination.

Stella,” I scoff. “I said what

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

hisses, flashing me

I say tiredly. “I’m not in the mood

“Her?”

ridiculous,” I growl.

she says sharply. “I

her,” I say, smirking slightly for

on her face. “For your

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

one shoulder.

laugh. “Don’t lie to

have to pretend 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

be together,” I snort, hopping back off the leg press and heading to leave. “Stop trying to make happen. It’s

is

head tilts, almost unnaturally. “Oh

say, grabbing my towel and wiping down my

would really be

she sighs. “I