Novel-novel oleh Hi-Joon

FROST POVWhen Bryn asked me to help pick up his best friend from the airport, I almost told him to go to hell.I wanted nothing to do with his messy love life. I didn't understand how a guy could love a woman like Eve.But then, that's what made him Bryn Walker.He loved flashy, loud women and anything that slowly drove a person insane.And Bryn being Bryn, he kept pushing. So here I wasBut the girl who stepped out at LAX didn’t match the version he’d spent years describing.He’d always made her sound soft. Nerdy. Hoodies and boots, glasses, quiet. The kind of girl who read thrillers and stayed in her lane.I could still hear his stupid voice.Frost, do you know any Gen-Z woman who loves hoodies and boots more than heels? Nah! None except Gwen.The woman I found looked nothing like thatDressed in a black crop top and tight jeans that made her perfectly rounded ass hard to ignore.Those green eyes were hidden behind her glasses, and those plump lips made me wonder what they would fe

GWENDOLY POVI had been standing at the taxi stand at Los Angeles International Airport for forty minutes, looking like a worn-out wannabe.It was typical of Bryn not to show up at the expected time.I should’ve never let him fly ahead of me.Now, I was standing here with my luggage, dialing his number for the hundredth time as it kept going to voicemail.Suddenly, my phone buzzed and completely blacked out.“Perfect,” I muttered.The battery was dead.Now, how the hell was I supposed to reach him?I felt like punching someone—or something.“Hello, miss. Need some help?”A tall, shaggy-looking guy with messy blond hair was smiling at me. Another guy hovered a little too close behind me. I instinctively held onto my bag tightly.“What do you want?”I scowled at him.“Easy. You’ve been standing here a while. Figured you might need a hand with something.”He said it softly, and I relaxed a little.He didn't look like one of those typical pickpockets.“Yeah. I'm actually waiting for some

GWENDOLY POVIt was past 8:00 A.M., and Bryn hadn't replied to a single one of my text messages or picked up any of my damn calls.I'd stayed awake all night, waiting to hear the sound of my car returning or my phone ringing.Neither happened.I finished the team’s morning physicals. Bryn was nowhere to be found.Coach Zach was already yelling at the rest of the team to move their asses.Then the door slammed open.Bryn walked in looking like shit.His hair was a mess, his clothes were rumpled, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes.He dropped into the chair next to me.“It's over, Gwen. I'm completely fucked.”“What happened?”I immediately stopped what I was doing and pulled my chair closer.My anger evaporated immediately.“That bastard caused this. If he hadn't taken Eve from me, none of this would be happening.”He stood and started pacing, running both hands through his hair.“Bryn. Sit down and tell me what actually happened.”“What am I supposed to do, Gwen? How do I ev

GWENDOLY POV “You know what, Bryn? I'm booking a stripper for you tonight?”He turned sharply "You want to book me a stripper? Don't you know what strippers do, Gwen?”He asked.“I know enough to know they only gonna lap-dance on you”I rolled my eyes.“Come on, Bryn. It'll be fun, and you clearly need a distraction.”I watched his reaction.For a moment, he looked thoughtful. Then he nodded.“Yeah. You're right about that. I need a distraction. And what better way than a stripper?”He grinned, his eyes suddenly bright.I immediately started typing on my phone. “I need to change into something better before my distraction gets here.”He headed toward his bedroom. I raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”He stopped dead. Then slowly turned around. “What about you?”“Don't you think I need to change too?”His eyes swept over my baggy T-shirt and old black pants as if he were seeing me for the first time.“Gwen...” He said my name carefully. “No guy strippers. Not in my place.”He said

GWENDOLY POV “I can't believe she did this to me!”Bryn said it for the hundredth time, face buried against my chest while I ran my fingers through his curly hair and tried not to like how good it felt. He wasn't in the locker room when I got there, and judging from his personality, I knew he'd be at his home, drowning himself in alcohol. “But Bryn, a public proposal? How could you pull such a shit without at least hinting me on?”Why pull such a stunt especially when it involved a psycho girlfriend. He let out a long, broken breath. “I'm sorry, Gwen. I just wanted it to be a special surprise. I rolled my eyes.Yeah. It was special alright. Just not the way he planned.“Eve broke my heart. She completely ripped it apart, Gwen” He wailed, and I bit back the urge to knock some sense into his head.Here I'm, sacrificing my entire weekend for his depressed ass and he kept wailing that bitch name. I wonder why he bothers crying when he would run back to her like a puppy at the sigh

GWENDOLY POVI wished I'd never gone to the game arena.Have you ever watched the man you love give another woman the one thing you've secretly wished he'd give you?I was about to find out.The city's hockey arena was filled to the brim with thousands of people, most of them there because of the man wearing number seventeen, who was playing as if his life depended on it.And the reason half of the ladies in Kansas City suddenly became hockey fans. Bryn Walker. The Ice Wolves' star centerAnd my best friend of eight years. And, unfortunately for my sanity, the man I'd been secretly in love with for eight years.Eight solid years.I'd spent eight years convincing myself that loving Bryn from the sidelines was enough.Eight years of patching up his split lips, taping his bruised ribs, arguing with him about resting injuries, and pretending I didn't notice the way my heart did stupid little flip or how my pulse went crazy whenever he smiled at me.But that's what unrequited love did t