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Chapter 4: Carter and Clara IV
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BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 134
Carter POV There is a ritual in hockey that nobody explains to you as a kid, which is that after sixty minutes of trying to put each other through the glass, you line up at center ice, tap gloves, and say good game to every man who has just tried to take your head off, and you are expected to mean it. I had been counting since the tunnel. Not shots and not seconds, but red lights, a habit from the back seat of a leased sedan, four between the rink and the house, and every time I felt the cold start to rise in my skull I laid them out one at a time. First light. Second. Third. It is a bad system, and it had worked for twelve years. Coach Miller had cornered me in the hallway before warmups and said, without preamble, "One penalty and you sit. I don't care if he spits in your soup," and then, because he is not a stupid man and had seen the film, he had added, in a lower voice, "I don't know what he is to you, Graham. I know what he is to my scouting report. Keep it a hockey game." I
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 133
Clara POV I told him in his bedroom with the lamp on, because the lamp has to be on, and that was the first thing I said when we got there. The hockey house was quiet except for Brody snoring through a wall, and Carter had walked me up the stairs past the little green light on the landing with one hand hovering at the small of my back, not touching, like a man escorting something that might spill. Briar had won four to one. I had watched the last two periods standing in the gap at the end of the bench with my forehead against the glass and Delroy planted behind me like a bouncer for the least popular club in California, and when the horn sounded Carter had skated straight to me with a split lip and said, through his mouthguard, "Where do you want to go?" and I had said, "Somewhere with a door." He closed it now. He did not lock it, and he saw me notice, and without a word he wedged a skate lace into the frame so that it stayed open a hand's width, and I loved him so much in that mo
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 132
Dean POV The Theta formal served a drink called the Sorority Spritz, which was mostly food coloring, and I had been nursing one for two hours as an excuse to stand in a corner and not watch Allie. I had told her to meet someone. I had said it standing on her landing, with my hoodie in a Trader Joe's bag, in the hurt, stupid voice of a man who wants a fight, and the words had left my mouth sounding like permission, and I had spent every minute since wanting to take them back. Jaxson, standing next to me, had given up trying to cheer me up around nine and was now eating strawberries off the chocolate fountain with a plastic fork. "You're doing the thing," Jaxson said. "What thing?" "The brooding thing. It's on your face. Brody says you look like a Victorian orphan." "Brody can say that to my face." "Brody's afraid of your face." He pointed the fork. "Dance with someone. Anyone. That girl in the yellow looks sad." "I'm fine." "You're a liar. You're the worst liar on the team, in
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 131
Allie POV The Theta formal had a chocolate fountain, a string-light canopy, and an ice sculpture of the Greek letter theta that was already weeping onto the carpet by eight o'clock, and I stood next to it in a green dress I'd bought for a wedding I hadn't attended, pretending to be a woman with no regrets. My plan was scientific. Clara had taught me the word in a week of walking around with a purple pen: a control group. If I took a man to bed who had no history, no hoodie, and no idea how I took my eggs, and felt nothing at all in the morning, then Dean was a habit, like biting my thumbnail, and habits can be broken. I had a list of requirements, and they were the same as always. He had to be handsome. He had to be a stranger. He had to be someone who would never, ever, wait outside my building. So when a very tall man in a gray suit appeared beside the weeping sculpture and said, "It's crying," I turned around with my chin up and my heart beating like a woman reaching the top of
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 130
Marcus POV I keep all the messages in a folder on my phone. My dad always told me that a man should always have a paper trail. There were 306 messages sent to a girl named Clara Hayes. She stopped replying after the first week. I read them almost every night. I scroll down the months on my phone in my hotel room. Did you make it back okay? We should talk about Saturday. I'm sorry if it was awkward. You're being dramatic. Please just answer me. The last message was on the 14th of June, 3 years ago. It just said "ok. whatever. take care." At the time I thought that was very polite. She stopped replying. This is what my life revolved around. Other men revolve their lives around war or inheritances. A girl had stopped replying to a nice boy. She changed her number, changed schools, changed her whole life. No one in Tucson would tell me where she had gone. By the time my dad had enough contacts in enough offices to find out, I was 19 and didn't care anymore. However, in October, a
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN Chapter 129
Carter POV There is a kind of quiet that settles in a hockey player's body just before a hit, a stillness that starts at the base of the skull and spreads out through the shoulders, and I had felt it a thousand times and never once like this. "That's him," Clara said again, so softly that I read it off her lips. For weeks I had been carrying a shape. I had built it in the dark out of almost nothing, a shadow with a stick, a faceless boy in a basement in Arizona, and I had kept it at a careful distance in the part of my mind where I stored the things I could do nothing about. I had imagined it a hundred ways. It had never occurred to me that it would be wearing rust and cream, laughing, with a bag of sunflower seeds in the pocket of its warm-up jacket. I looked at him for exactly as long as I could stand. He was tall, well-built, and entirely unremarkable, which was the worst part, because I had always assumed there would be something to see. He had the face of every boy who has b
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