The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 216

The city lights glowed dimly in the distance as I stepped out of the office building.

“Timothy?” I called out, uncertain if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

He straightened up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Evie. Fancy seeing you here.”

I shook off the confusion, my tired brain slowly processing the unexpected encounter. “What are you doing here?” I asked, a hint of suspicion coloring my words.

Timothy hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share his intentions. “I thought maybe we could grab dinner together,” he finally said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Dinner? The idea sparked a twinge of excitement in me, the prospect of spending time with Timothy outside the confines of our workplace strangely appealing. “That sounds nice,” I replied, my weariness momentarily forgotten. “Where were you thinking?”

A subtle grin crossed Timothy’s face as he gestured toward the street. “There’s a cozy little place a few blocks from here. What do you say?”

I nodded in agreement, a sense of anticipation building within me. As we walked together, the city’s night sounds enveloped us in a comforting hum. However, Timothy’s next words shattered the tranquility.

“Oh, by the way,” he began, his tone taking on a cautious edge, “my father and his girlfriend will be joining us for dinner.”

My excitement deflated like a punctured balloon, replaced by an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Your father and his girlfriend?” | echoed, my mind racing to process this unexpected turn of events.

Timothy nodded, seemingly oblivious to the internal turmoil he had just unleashed. “Yeah, Kamran thought it would be nice for us all to get together. Maybe he’s trying to make amends, you know?”

Make amends? The words hung in the air, a heavy cloud of uncertainty settling over me. I had never been close to Timothy’s father, Kamran, and the mere thought of spending an evening with him and his girlfriend sent shivers down my spine. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a genuine attempt at connection.

An internal struggle ensued, the rational part of my mind warring with the uneasy feeling in my gut. Timothy’s

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hopeful expression added to the pressure, as if he genuinely believed this dinner could be a step towards reconciliation.

Against my better judgment, I mustered a forced smile. “Sure, why not? It might be a good opportunity for, uh, bonding.”

Timothy’s face lit up. “Great!”

through her phone. She looked up as I entered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “So, meeting the parents already? My, my, Evie, things are

a half–hearted glare. “This is

playful demeanor

already met Kamran, remember? At the holiday party when I threw a

eyes widened.

I nodded solemnly. “Yeah.”

let out a low whistle, her usual light–hearted banter replaced by a somber tone. “Are you sure you want

I don’t know what his game

If things get too uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to walk

of facing Kamran felt like a

my bedroom to find an outfit, Aria followed. My hands fumbled through the hangers, my mind wrestling with the dilemma of

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eyes scanning the chaos of my indecision.

escaping my lips.

my skin as I slipped into

“So, you

me. “Not in a million years. It still doesn’t feel

twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “He’s a good kisser, isn’t

a wry smile. “I don’t like to kiss

I rushed out of my room to open it and found Timothy on the

in to kiss me. “You look beautiful.

deep breath, and cast a glance at Aria, who gave me

I said, taking

front of the restaurant. The warm glow spilled from the windows, casting a

“I need to prepare you for my father. He’s a

my

raised an eyebrow. I suppose I should have expected certain expectations. “Particular?

my father, Kamran, he has his own set of rules, expectations, you name it. Just follow along, be polite, and everything should

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in my stomach. “Rules? This sounds like a

small, rueful smile. “It’s the only way to navigate the

foreboding settled over me, and I let his words sink in. “What kind of

himself for the revelation. “No direct eye contact unless he speaks to you, don’t bring up certain topics that verge on pop–culture, and don’t challenge his opinions. That’s the short list,

it all hanging in the air. “No