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Chapter 28 - Fractured Ground
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2026-07-18 21:48:54
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365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 39 - Miles away
~~~Declan~~~The private jet hummed steadily beneath me, cutting through the clouds like a knife through silk. I sat in the leather seat by the window, staring at the endless blue sky, but my mind was thousands of miles behind me, back in Boston, back in that penthouse, back with her.Soraya. My Savage.I clenched my jaw, the memory of her face when I left the most painful thing I’d carried with me. The way she had looked at me that morning, still warm from our night together, trusting me when I promised we would face my father together. And then I had been dragged away like a child who couldn’t make his own decisions.My father sat across from me, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t just upended my entire life. Two of his security guys sat near the front of the jet, silent but watchful. They weren’t there to protect me. They were there to make sure I didn’t try to turn this plane around.I still couldn’t believe how fast it had happened.One moment I was holding
365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 38 - Move on
~~~Soraya~~~The morning light pierced through the hotel curtains like a knife.I woke up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like regret. The room spun slowly as I sat up, the sheets tangling around my legs. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy from the whiskey I had drowned myself in the night before. The events of yesterday came rushing back in fragments, the sponsor’s call, the twenty four hour eviction notice, Caleb’s apartment, the drinks, Maya storming in like a force of nature.I groaned, pressing my palms to my temples. The bed was comfortable, but it wasn’t mine. Nothing felt like mine anymore.Maya was already awake, sitting in the armchair by the window with a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked up when she heard me move, her expression soft with concern.“Morning,” she said quietly. “How are you feeling?”“Like I made a huge mistake,” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold under my feet. “My head is killing me. And my heart…
365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 37 - The doorbell
~~~Soraya~~~The doorbell rang again, sharp and insistent, cutting through the hazy fog in my mind.Caleb froze beside me on the couch, his hand still resting on my thigh. His face shifted from relaxed to a small frown in an instant. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, standing up quickly. The sudden movement made the room tilt a little more. I grabbed the arm of the couch to steady myself, the whiskey making my limbs feel heavy and uncoordinated.I watched him walk to the door, my head spinning. The glass in my hand felt too heavy. The warmth that had dulled my pain earlier was starting to feel like a mistake. Caleb opened the door, and before he could say a word, Maya stormed in like a hurricane.Her eyes swept the room moving from the half empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table, the two glasses, me sitting on the couch looking disheveled and clearly drunk. Her expression darkened immediately.“What the hell is this?” she demanded, her voice sharp and loud enough to cut throug
365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 36 - Hazy lines
~~~Soraya~~~The whiskey burned less with every sip.I sat on Caleb’s couch, legs tucked under me, the glass cool in my hand. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the windows and the occasional clink of ice as Caleb poured us another round. The room had started to tilt gently, like a boat on calm water. My head felt lighter. The sharp edges of the pain in my chest had dulled into something distant and manageable.Caleb sat beside me, his arm draped casually along the back of the couch. Not touching me, but close enough that I could feel his presence. He had been a surprisingly good listener tonight, asking gentle questions, nodding at the right moments, never pushing too hard.“You’ve been carrying a lot,” he said, refilling my glass with a steady hand. “An only child, no siblings to turn to, not even cousins of your age, just doing it all alone, you really are a SAVAGE.”I let out a sharp breath, and then took another sip. The whiskey warmed my throat an
365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 35 - Empty Bottles
Soraya’s POVDawn crept into the penthouse like a thief.The first light of morning slipped through the tall windows, painting the living room in soft grays and golds. I hadn’t slept. Not really. I had drifted in and out on the couch, wrapped in Declan’s Jersey, my phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline that had already failed me. The screen was dark now. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same cold silence that had followed me since yesterday.I sat up slowly, my body aching from the awkward position. The penthouse felt even larger in the quiet morning light. I glanced at the clock, my time was running out.I tried to stand up but it wasn't possible, all the pain had transferred to my body.I turned on my phone to glance through messages and the unknown number message, shot at me like an arrow.“He chose his future over some fake temporary marriage.”Of all the talks and messages this one pierced my heart the most.But a part of me still wanted to believe he would walk th
365 Days With The Hockey Player I Hate Chapter 34 - Twenty-four Hours
Soraya’s POVCaleb’s words hung in the air like a lifeline I wasn’t sure I wanted to grab.“You don’t have to do this alone.” I stood in the middle of the plaza, the sponsor’s building looming behind me, the weight of twenty-four hours pressing down on my shoulders. The penthouse, the one place that had started to feel like a strange kind of home was no longer mine. In less than a day, I would be back in the dorms, surrounded by gossips and judgment. I'd be back to being just another student trying to survive. Caleb waited patiently, his Blades practice bag slung over his shoulder, his expression surprisingly gentle. He wasn’t smirking like he had on the ice. There was no cocky flirtation in his eyes right now. Just quiet concern.“I know it’s a lot,” he said softly. “But my apartment is off campus. Private. No one would bother you there. You could have your own room. No strings. I promise.”I looked at him, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. Caleb had been bold on the ice,
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