The Hockey Star’s Remorse

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella’s good side and getting her to sign those authorization

papers.

With a newfound determination, Timothy stood in Stella’s apartment, a mismatched apron hanging awkwardly from his tall frame, and a mixing bowl in one hand. He had brought the ingredients for pancakes, imagining that a homemade breakfast would impress her. Pancakes seemed like a safe choice simple, delicious, and universally beloved.

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Stella watched him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her arms folded across her chest. He had let himself in, attempting to surprise her, but he hadn’t known she was an early riser. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Timothy tried to keep his enthusiasm from waning as he held up the mixing bowl. “I’m making you breakfast,” he declared with a smile.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Really? You’re cooking for me?”

He nodded. “Yep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she sauntered over, her gaze fixed on the contents of the bowl. “Well, I’m intrigued. What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes,” Timothy replied hesitantly, watching her response closesly.

Her expression quickly shifted from joy to annoyance as she saw Timothy

preparing the pancake batter. She put her hands on her hips, her annoyance clear. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

Timothy blinked, his heart sinking at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”

Stella sighed, her irritation becoming more pronounced. “I don’t eat carbs, Timothy. I’ve told you that before.”

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He felt his frustration bubbling beneath the surface but forced a tight smile. He didn’t recall hearing that at all. “Right. But I thought maybe just this once…”

She interrupted him with a sharp gesture. “No, Timothy. I don’t make exceptions when it comes to my diet.”

his way to make a special breakfast for her, and her dismissive attitude stung.

replying with a haughty air,

mixing

a bowl and started whisking them, Stella watched him with a look that bordered on smug satisfaction. “You really should pay more attention to what

his teeth, the edge of his patience fraying. “I’m trying, Stella. But

sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure you’re trying

as Timothy finished cooking the eggs and plated them with a side of sliced avocado. He placed the dish in front of Stella, trying

her expression softening slightly as she savored the food. “Mmm, not bad,” she admitted, her

sighed in relief, glad that his efforts had paid off, albeit grudgingly. “I’m glad you like

Timothy couldn’t help but wonder if his attempts to please Stella were worth the frustration and anger that seemed to be a constant undercurrent in

happy Stella meant less trouble for Evie, it seemed.

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the win that Stella thought it was, and he was perfectly fine with

in the power dynamic he was presenting. She had made it clear that Timothy had to cater to her preferences, and he complied for now, albeit begrudgingly. It was a small victory in her eyes, a way to assert her dominance, which she seemed to

room was palpable as Timothy tried to find the right words. He hated the idea of starting the day with an argument, especially after his attempt to make things right. “Look, Stella, I’ve been pretty short with you lately, and I want to make

lips. “You can make it up to me by

It wasn’t what he had expected, but if that’s what it would take, he was willing

edge of determination. “Good. I’m going to start planning it right now. It’s going to

and started jotting down plans, Timothy couldn’t help but feel a mixture of relief and resignation. He had agreed to them having

“isn’t it usually the maid of honor

perfect. I need to be in control

with Stella about this wouldn’t get him anywhere.

to her earlier anger. “Don’t worry. It’ll

her breakfast of scrambled

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overall. As she took the last bite, a sudden vibration from her phone.

brow furrowing in puzzlement at the caller ID. She quickly silenced the ringer and shot a nervous glance in Timothy’s

his voice tinged with

edge of her phone. “Just a business call,” she finally replied, attempting to

raised an eyebrow. “Business call?

gaze darted around the room, avoiding Timothy’s penetrating stare. “It’s nothing,

couldn’t hide his skepticism. “You look pretty