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.”

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

was big of you to even hear me out,” he says finally. “Whatever

Timothy

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

want it.

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

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

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

asks sharply.

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

my question,” she snaps

down,” I huff, locking up the

stomping her foot like a child denied a piece

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of her skin–tight neon dress that left little to the imagination. “I

I

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

you tell me,” she hisses,

“I’m not in the mood for your

“Her?”

ridiculous,” I growl. “Get

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

thing it isn’t her,” I say, smirking

on her face. “For your sake, I hope not. The girl is a walking

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

her hair over one shoulder. “You know I’m going to find out

“Don’t

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

hopping back off the leg press and heading to leave. “Stop trying to make happen. It’s not going

is

almost

Stella,” I say, grabbing my towel and

really be

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