MasukI’m Connor Macleod—captain of the college hockey team, campus golden boy, the guy who never has to try too hard. After the whole scandal freshman year—when a drunken video outing me went viral and everyone suddenly knew the captain of the hockey team was gay—I expected to lose everything. But the opposite happened. My teammates had my back. The campus didn’t care. If anything, people accepted me more than I ever expected. So yeah, being openly gay was never the problem. Catching feelings? That’s the part I’ve always avoided. And Maxime Tremblay?He was supposed to be the same as every other guy. A one night stand Except one night turned into weeks. And somewhere between his sharp tongue, his stupidly cute beanies, and the way he looks at me like he actually sees me and I forgot the rules. He thought we were becoming something real. And I let him believe it… right up until the night I proved him wrong in the worst possible way. The problem is, for years I thought I wanted someone else. Tyson Bennett—the guy I chased, the one I was sure would finally make me feel something real. The guy who was supposed to end my endless string of hookups. But when I finally got him?It didn’t feel right. Now Maxime hates me. He won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me. Won’t give me the time of day. And for the first time in my life… I actually care. Because I don’t want Tyson anymore. I don’t want another meaningless night. I want the guy with the beanies, the sharp mouth, and the heart I shattered. And this time? I’m going to fight like hell to win him back.
Lihat lebih banyakChapter one
Maya's Pov
Ohh Gosh!
I groaned in pain trying to get up, l felt someone's hands trying to help me get up, he had spilled his glass of wine on my body which made me very furious
I raised an eyebrow only to see a tall handsome guy standing in front of me… I couldn't help but admire his cute brown eyes, his nicely shaped jaws, and his perfectly structured face, l smiled at him immediately forgetting that l seemed so angry a few minutes ago
"Who is this guy to take my breath away?"l pondered, l have never felt like this or admired any guy like this before but here l am checking a stranger out
His clothes looked quite expensive and I figured out he must be very rich….. I snapped out of my thoughts immediately after l heard his voice
"You should be more careful next time, "he said sternly
Even though he sounded very rude and arrogant, l didn't care because I was busy admiring him all through, his smooth velvet baritone voice was everything to me. I just smiled at him without saying a word.
One of the men behind him stretched out his hands and handed a handkerchief to me.
He left immediately as the two hefty men that looks more like bodyguards walked behind him, l kept wondering who he was and why those men are with him
l had made a reservation earlier with my best friend Arianna, we wanted a girl's time out more like a vacation… l arrived earlier before Arianna so after dropping my bags in the room, l needed a change of cloth since the dress l was wearing earlier got ruined by the handsome stranger and when l was done, l decided to go grab a drink while I wait for her, I was just wearing something casual, l had a mini bum-short on and slightly transparent top which showed my round breast
I kept on reminiscing on what happened earlier, and the thought of seeing him again went through my head, l couldn't wait to tell Ariana all about the stranger who took my breath away….l have never for once thought I will be crazy about a guy this way.l sat down and signaled the waiter to come take my order, l requested a glass of Bourbon and was waiting patiently for it.
"Hey girl "Ariana's voice echoed behind me
I turned to see Ariana smiling at me, she has been my best friend since childhood, we did everything together, she's this crazy type of person, fun to be with, and she always looks out for me…l grinned at her and she grabbed a seat and sat beside me….l signaled at the waiter to make another order for Arianna
"Another glass of Bourbon please, "l said, since we both loved Bourbon….l turned my attention back to Ariana, She was looking at me like she knew l had something to say
"Spill it already, "she said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well l saw my prince charming today, "l said with my face beaming with smiles, l went on and on about the stranger, Arianna always listens to me, well l guess that's why we are friends.
"You have a secret crush now huh," She said still gazing at me
I nodded in confirmation, grinning like a Cheshire cat
Even though I didn't know much about the stranger but for some reason I was convinced that I will see him again….my thoughts were interrupted when the waiter arrived with the order, we sipped our drinks while we kept talking and soon it was time to go to our rooms
As we moved towards the receptionist to get our keys….l suddenly heard people laughing loudly, l turned to see the handsome stranger that l couldn't get off my mind kissing a girl passionately, l felt a sharp pain in my heart, Ariana noticed how unease l was, she grabbed my hands and we moved towards our rooms
We had separate rooms, but Ariana followed me to my room seeing l was hurt, she tried to calm me down, but l didn't know if l was mad at him or angry at myself that a stranger has so much effect on me…after some time Ariana went to her room
I couldn't sleep, that was nothing new.
I usually stay up late to watch movies or read books but this night it was different, l was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling reminiscing on what happened earlier, l wondered who that bitch he was kissing was.
"Could that be his girlfriend"l pondered
I don't care l sighed, l want him to be all mine and that's all that matters
All day, my phone might as well have been a live grenade in my pocket. Every time I felt it vibrate—or even thought about Connor’s last message—I got hit with another wave of adrenaline.I can come to your dorm. Or you can come to mine.Technically, I still haven’t replied.Realistically? I’ve reread those texts so many times I could probably recite the exact punctuation from memory.For the past eight hours, Simone’s been calling me a coward in increasingly creative ways.Troy’s been calling me “reasonable,” but the look on his face says he fully expects me to make a terrible decision anyway.And me?I’ve mostly been trying—and failing—not to imagine what’s actually going to happen when Connor McLeod shows up at my door.By the time the three of us make it back to the apartment that evening, my nerves are completely shot. I toss my bag onto the floor and collapse in front of my laptop, desperate for literally any distraction.Unfortunately, my unfinished article for the campus paper
Maxime;My phone starts buzzing on the nightstand hard enough to rattle the glass of water beside it, and the sound drills straight into my skull.I barely register the warm weight sprawled across my stomach—Simone starfished across my bed like she pays rent here—the morning light cutting through the blinds, or the smell of coffee drifting through the apartment.The buzzing keeps going. Persistent. Annoyingly confident.Across the room, Troy’s already awake because apparently he was born forty years old. He’s sitting at the desk in sweatpants with his laptop open, coffee in hand, hair still damp from a shower.I genuinely don’t trust people who function this early.Simone groans into my side without opening her eyes. “If Connor McLeod is blowing up your phone before noon, you better answer it. I deserve entertainment.”I reach blindly for my phone, nearly knocking it onto the floor before catching it at the last second.New Snap from Connor McLeod.Just seeing his name sends a stupid
Maxime ; The worst thing about closing at “Meeting Point” isn’t even the hours or the drunk idiots—it’s how the night sticks to you afterward. By the time I drag myself up the stairs to my apartment, I smell like beer foam, bleach, and somebody’s awful cologne, and my feet are threatening legal action. I should be exhausted enough to pass out instantly. Instead, I’m wide awake. Connor McLeod. God. I can still feel his hands on my waist, the scrape of his teeth against my neck, the way he looked at me like he already knew I was screwed. I pause outside the apartment door and force my expression back to neutral. If I walk in smiling like an idiot, Simone’s gonna interrogate me like a detective with a warrant. The second I step inside, the familiar smell of microwave popcorn and lavender spray hits me. Simone’s sprawled across my bed scrolling through TikTok while Troy’s at the desk, half-buried in anatomy notes with one earbud hanging out. Simone glances up. “Oh wow. The dead ri
POV: ConnorHangovers at Northpoint aren’t just a consequence—they’re biblical. It’s the kind of punishment that makes you want to call your mother and apologize for everything you’ve ever done, even the stuff you haven’t gotten caught for.My mouth tastes like stale beer and regret. My head feels like a hockey team used it as a shooting target. Light stabs me right in the eyes, a personal vendetta from the sun itself, and my phone is buzzing with more notifications than a Vegas slot machine on a hot streak.I’m not dead, but my dignity probably is.I groan, roll over, and swipe at my phone like it personally offended me. My lock screen is a graveyard of team group chat memes, DMs from people whose names I can’t remember, and one from my mother reminding me to hydrate.I briefly consider dying in bed just to avoid the pain of verticality, but the ache in my stomach and my bladder make that impossible.The night before comes back in flashes—bass vibrating up through the floor, beer slo
Maxime Pov The Northpoint house party is a beast all its own—a living, sweating, pulsing animal with bad intentions and zero chill. Every breath I take is thick with cheap beer, tequila fumes, and too many different brands of overpriced cologne. It’s sensory overload—the walls vibrate with bass so
POV: Connor Macleod There are two kinds of mistakes you can make at a Northpoint party. The ones you regret the next morning… and the ones that ruin your life in the best possible way.“I should have stayed home that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have walked into that crowded Northpoint party. And I
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