The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 29

“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. “You really didn’t. have to get me anything, Timothy.”

He chuckled. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You’re not just an exceptional. lawyer, Evie; you’re a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot

to me.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart fluttered as he handed it to me. I gently lifted the lid to reveal a delicate necklace, a slender chain of silver with the words “Say the right things” written on a small, intricately designed pendant. It was exquisite and made my heart swell with emotions.

“Timothy, it’s beautiful,” I exclaimed.

He smiled, that crooked half–smile that always got to me. “It’s a reminder, Evie. A reminder to always speak your mind, to express your thoughts and feelings. without hesitation. Say the right thing, not just for others but for yourself too.”

I was touched by his words and the symbolism behind the necklace. It was a promise of respect and trust, a reminder that the power to shape my future lay in my own hands. “Thank you.”

With a gentle smile, he fastened the necklace around my neck, the cool silver resting against my skin. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth as I touched the tiny pendant.

“Come on.” His hand rested on my back and I fought the chill that wracked my body as I looked at him. “I have something else in mind.”

“Oh.” My eyes widened as he pressed me forward, and I was interested in what else he had planned.

As we walked further, the urban landscape began to shift, and the buildings around us became increasingly upscale and opulent. The streetlights grew more elegant, casting a soft glow on the cobbled walkways. We reached a grand, ornate building, and I couldn’t help but feel flattered by our destination.

“What is this place, Timothy?” I asked, looking up at the grandeur of the establishment.

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grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “It’s a surprise. Just

miles, our destination unknown. Timothy had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but he wasn’t giving away any secrets. His strong, confident stride matched the determined set of his jaw, and it made my

the most.

a set of intricately designed gates, and a valet rushed to open them for us. My heart skipped a beat as we entered a lush, beautiful courtyard filled with fountains and blooming flowers. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, knowing that this place must

is..amazing,” I said with

grinned, that boyish charm of his lighting up his features. “A little birdie told me you’ve been working too

got to be

laughter echoing through the glossy room.

woman, elegant in her uniform, approached us. “Mr. Hayes, Ms. Sinclair,

dimly lit room. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus hung in the air, soothing my senses. The woman gave me a soft, white robe and pointed. to the door on our right. “I’ll just have you

help but wonder about the surprise Timothy had planned.

a soft, white towel draped over one arm, and a tray of massage oils and lotions in his

he began, his voice gentle, “I’ve noticed

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and it’s left you exhausted. I thought you

gesture, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell with gratitude. The weeks had been filled with courtroom. victories and challenges, and the

the tension that had accumulated in my body, but I hadn’t expected Timothy to administer it.

aim to please. Now, if you’ll lie down on the table, I’ll give

settled onto the plush massage table, a sense of anticipation filled me. The soft music

to do all of this,” I said,

reached out and gently touched my shoulder, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Trust me, it’ll make a world of difference. I’ve been practicing some techniques, and I’m sure you’ll feel much better

into his eyes, dark and inviting, filled with a promise of relief and comfort. His hand fell onto my own and he leaned closer, his voice soft, “I just want

I couldn’t help but feel the electricity of his touch on my skin. There was something about his proximity that was making my heart and mind. race simultaneously. My pulse quickened, and I hesitated, caught between the warmth of his offer and the fear of

oil from the basket, he continued to speak in that soft, persuasive tone,