LOGIN***LEAVE. NOW.***Tyler's POVI needed air. Or at least a moment away from that circus at the table. Allie’s nostalgia, Megan’s sharp little jabs, and Flora showing up looking like she’d robbed a Victorian funeral home—it was too much. I excused myself and headed down the long hallway toward the private dressing rooms.That girl.The thought kept circling in my head. When she’d first walked up to the table in that ridiculous black velvet dress with the high collar and dark lipstick, I’d nearly laughed out loud even though it creeped the shit out of me. She looked like a goth doll that had escaped a haunted house. The cross necklace, the silver rings, the way she kept chewing that gum like she was trying to seduce a vampire—it was absurd. Completely over the top.And yet…My mind betrayed me. Beneath all that dark makeup and dramatic lace, Flora actually looked good. The corset pushed her chest up in a way that was impossible to ignore. The dress hugged her waist and hips, accentuati
***FAILURE SERVED IN BLACK***Flora's POVTyler clearly looked irritated. His jaw tightened, and he gave her the smallest nod possible without pulling away. His gaze shifted across the room for a brief moment, landing on an older couple watching them with proud, approving smiles. The same man and woman from that old Instagram photo. His parents. They were flashing him encouraging looks, as if this was exactly what they wanted to see.Who is she? I wondered, my chest tightening. And why did she look so comfortable touching Tyler like that? Like she had every right to be in his space?“Who’s this?” the woman asked, turning her sharp, perfectly made-up eyes on me. She tilted her head slightly, studying my full gothic ensemble with mild curiosity and a hint of amusement. “She looks new. I mean, I know you don’t keep many people in your circle, Tyler.”The entire table went silent. Everybody’s gaze shifted to Tyler—Sean with his signature smirk, the two other massive players leaning for
***GOTHIC GALA***Flora's POVWhat the heavenly fuck?I stared at the phone screen shoved inches from my face, my eyebrows knitted together so tightly it almost hurt. The picture staring back at me was...something else. A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger.Hell.She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie.The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant, alpha types — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”Another girl with blonde hair leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Exactly. You’ve got to sell it hard. You’ve got to have your boobs out, chew yo
***WHAT THE HEAVENLY FUCK?*** Flora's POV “I’ve got an idea,” Lucille said, her eyes lighting up with that familiar chaotic sparkle as the last stragglers from the crowd brushed past us, the night air cool against my flushed skin. I turned to face her fully, my chest still tight from Tyler’s cold rejection and Sean’s mocking laughter echoing in my head. Something inside me finally snapped. “You know what, Lucille?” I said slowly, lifting my chin as I squared my shoulders. “ I love you very much, but I’m done.” “Done?” Lucille's gaze fixed on me, her eyebrows raising softly. “I’m completely done playing the nice girl who lets everyone walk all over her.” I said, my fists clenching in resolve. “I’m going to do things my way from now. I'm going after Tyler. I’m winning that stupid bet, getting my car back, and proving to every single one of them that I’ve always been ‘that’ girl.” Lucille stared at me for a second, then her grin broke wide across her face. She grabbed both my arms
***QUEEN OF MISCHIEF*** Tyler's POV “Well… well… well. If it isn’t the dork of the century.” I glanced over my shoulder as I skated toward the tunnel, the towel still draped around my neck. The voice belonged to our new signing—Sean Ferrars—gliding across the ice with that cocky fucking swagger. His eyes were locked on the blonde girl from earlier. Flora. Her face contracted into a frown like they had some kind of history. Not my fucking problem. I couldn’t care less about either of them. I pushed through the locker room door, the heavy slam echoing behind me. The win still hummed in my veins—that last goal had been pure dominance, the puck slamming into the net as the clock hit zero. I was the Devil on Ice for a reason. But the girl’s desperate little approach in the tunnel had soured the high. Hi Ty. You were moving like the ice belonged to you. What a pathetic load of bullshit. I stripped off my sweaty jersey, muscles burning pleasantly from the game, and tossed it into m
***DEAL IS OFFF THE TABLE***Flora's POVI dragged the phone from Lucille, zooming the picture.My eyes widened in shock. It was truly him.I slumped back in my seat, head in my hands. “This can’t be happening. Megan’s brother is Tyler Sinclair? The same Tyler I turned down like an idiot three days ago?”Lucille was already deep in his profile, scrolling with that mischievous glint in her eye. “Damn, Flo. Look at this. Mr. Devil on Ice doesn’t play around. No thirst traps with girls, no soft launch dates, not even a suspicious ‘just friends’ post. It’s all hockey, workouts, and brooding Alpha stares. This man has the emotional range of a brick wall.”She wasn't wrong. His page was all hockey, workouts, and charity events. Not a single woman in sight.“What am I supposed to do?” I groaned, my voice cracking. “Winning this bet clearly won’t be possible. Seduce Tyler Sinclair? Get him to kiss me and claim me publicly in seven days?”Lucille kept scrolling, humming thoughtfully, her joke







