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.

Kamran’s tone left no room for negotiation. Perhaps he’d heard his father

about their future.

that he invite Stella to join them for dinner, a prospect that filled Timothy with dread.

He kept the conversation curt, his annoyance thinly

“Thank you for the lovely greeting, Timothy. Hello to you

of a headache, “Just accept the invitation so we can get

Kamran must really be

a

going. Although…I won’t budge unless you pick

forced into this situation, and the thought of having to

a reluctant agreement in place, Timothy hung up the phone and started his car. As he drove 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 part of, and the prospect of spending an evening with Stella filled him with a

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impending doom.

further tension and discord

Stella approached the car, her obnoxious demeanor oozing from every step. She had an air of self–assuredness that

the car and settled into the passenger seat, she flashed Timothy a flirtatious smile. “Well, Timothy, aren’t you a

engage in any form of conversation with Stella. “Let’s get this over with,” he

cold demeanor, leaned closer to him, her perfume filling the air. “You know, Timothy, we could make this drive more enjoyable if we

to be in close proximity

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

be so dramatic. You

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

confirmed what he had suspected all along. She had indeed drugged him that terrible night, and

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speak to Stella, and she seemed content to bask in his

of Stella’s presence. He opened the car door

smile.

the ride, Timothy,” she purred,