The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 113

TIMOTHY POV

A month had drifted by, its days marked by a pervasive tension that hung heavily over Timothy’s shoulders. He had managed to avoid his family and the oppressive embrace of his fanbase, preferring the solitude of his own thoughts and the sanctuary of his secluded apartment. With gossip running rampant once again, not even hockey was safe.

It didn’t help that his father, who was just as stern and imposing man as he had been years before, was insistent on bringing Timothy back into the family’s fold.

That evening, as twilight cast long shadows through his apartment, Timothy sat reclined on his couch. He had become engrossed in a psychological novel, holding it in one hand as he scratched behind Duke’s ear with the other. When his phone buzzed on the coffee table, he looked over with some reluctance.

He shut the book and set it aside before reaching to check his phone screen. At the sight of his father’s name, he hesitated before answering. He brought the phone to his ear, still scratching Duke for comfort.

“Timothy, his father’s voice resonated with authority, “I would like you to join us for dinner.”

“Dad, I’ve already told you,” Timothy began, “I’m not interested.”

His father’s stern voice seemed closer now, as if the man were standing right beside him. It was always Kamran’s specialty, allowing his frustration to spill out of a composed exterior once you defied him long enough.

“You can’t keep avoiding us, son,” Kamran said. “Important business needs to be discussed. One night won’t kill you.”

Timothy’s frustration had begun bubbling to the surface. “Oh, but it will annoy

me.”

Kamran groaned on the other end. “I am only asking for a civil dinner, and I want you to bring Stella along as well.”

“Stella?” Timothy nearly choked as her name left his lips. “Jeez…you really know how to make it easy, don’t you?”

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“Just be over here by seven, Timothy!” Kamran snapped. “And Stella will be accompanying you.”

And before Timothy could refuse, his father hung up.

jaw, his frustration mounting. He had hoped for some semblance of understanding from his father, but as always, Kamran’s tone left no room for negotiation. Perhaps he’d heard his father out, or rather, Timothy could use this opportunity to tell them that he wasn’t going to entertain

about their future.

he invite Stella to join them for dinner,

annoyance thinly veiled. “Stella, my

laced with her usual arrogance. “Thank you for the lovely greeting, Timothy.

the onset of a headache,

today. Kamran must really be twisting

a

unless you pick me up, Timothy. Like a

that he was being forced into this situation, and the thought of having to fetch Stella only added to his resentment. “Fine,

toward Stella’s apartment building, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of frustration. He had been thrust into a situation he wanted no

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impending doom.

nagging feeling that this dinner would only lead to further tension and discord within his already fractured family. His

an air of self–assuredness that had initially

she flashed Timothy a flirtatious smile. “Well, Timothy, aren’t you a

concealing his irritation. He had no desire to engage in any form of conversation with Stella. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, shifting the

him, her perfume filling the

in close proximity to the woman he despised. He had tried to put their ill–fated encounter behind him, but it continued

Stella, his voice laced with anger. “Let’s get one thing straight, Stella. I still

be so dramatic. You always needed a little coaxing

He couldn’t believe she was making light of what she had done to him. “Relaxing is one thing, but drugging

the road, Timothy’s anger gave way to a growing realization. Stella’s words had only confirmed what he had suspected all along. She had indeed drugged him that terrible night, and now she was shamelessly flirting with him as if

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drive was filled with a tense and awkward silence. Timothy couldn’t bring himself to speak to Stella, and she seemed content to bask in his discomfort. The streets passed by in a blur, and

the car in the driveway, eager to be rid of Stella’s presence. He opened the car door and made his way to the

smile.

Timothy,” she purred, her