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Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy CHAPTER 072
***FLORA IS A LEECH!***Flora’s POVI replayed Megan's words in my head. Hearing Allie's name in the same sentence as Tyler's made my stomach twist."...and I'm pairing with Sean," Megan announced, flipping her red hair over her shoulder.My eyes drifted to Sean, whose long fingers rested on Megan's thigh as he nodded along to every word rolling in."The drama never ends," I murmured.I glanced at Tyler beside me. He looked calm, his gaze fixed on Megan. I wondered how much longer he could put up with his family's shenanigans. And somehow, I wanted to be there for him. Oh God, Flora. Snap out of it. I dug my nails into my palm."News flash!" Megan squealed, clapping her hands together. "Dad says we can bring our friends. Isn't he wonderful?"She preened like a goose on the loose."Wonderful," Sean drawled, lifting his glass to no one in particular. "Truly a man of the people."Tyler narrowed his eyes and glanced at Joffery, who traded a wide–eyed look with Jeffery.Joffrey folded hi
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 071
***MIXED FEELINGS***TYLER'S POVMy phone buzzed against my ear as I leaned against my car, watching the entrance of Sinclair Global. "Hey, Ty. How... how's it going?" There was a brief pause before Flora asked, "Were you able to convince your dad?"I pressed two fingers to my temple, trying to ease the headache behind my eyes. "Jeffery was already there when I arrived, Flo." I glanced at his car parked nearby."Holy crap!" I pulled the phone away from my ear. Flora was always too damn loud."That's very unexpected of him," she murmured. "I thought he was terrified of your fathe—""Looks like he has the situation under control," I said flatly, glancing through the windshield at Lucille. She sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her arms crossed as she stared ahead. She'd flat-out refused to stay behind at the estate."Maybe you could—"The entrance doors opened, and Jeffery walked out."Jeffery's out already. I'll talk to you later." I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pock
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy CHAPTER 070
***THE PRICE OF A SPOT***JEFFERY'S POV. "It's about time, Jeffery Regis," Arthur said, his hoarse voice cutting through the office. "What took you so long?"I took slow, deliberate strides to Arthur's desk, hands tucked into my pockets to steady myself. He looked intimidating under those tailored suits, his gray hair slicked back and a cigarette between his fingers."What do you mean, Mr Sinclair?"I reached for the leather chair in front of his desk and pushed it backward before slowly lowering myself into it. As I settled back, my eyes wandered to the wall behind him.Sean's name was engraved on the assistant captain plaque. That position is fucking mine.The grin on Arthur’s face vanished, replaced by a cold smirk. Guess the old man was not used to people being seated without being asked to.“It's obvious you have more balls than Joffery,” he used his middle finger to tap the ashes from his cigarette. “I just know you would be the one running to me immediately the email of the
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 069
***SOMEWHERE YOU'D NEVER IMAGINE***Jeffery's Pov I floored the gas, the highway blurring past, my hands strangling the wheel. It was finally sinking in. I was losing everything. The ice, the jersey—it was the only thing that had ever made me who I was. When the world abandoned me at twelve years old, an orphaned kid with absolutely nothing to his name, every single blood relative looked the other way. They shut their doors on me. Except for one person. My elder cousin. He had gambled, scraped, and bled on the streets just so he could afford the tuition to enroll me in hockey training school.I smiled at the memory of him, and a tear slipped down my cheek. I pressed harder on the gas.I finally pulled up to the grim, concrete facade of the maximum-security precinct. After a blur of cold formalities, signing the visitor log, and handing over my belongings to a stern-faced officer, a heavy iron door buzzed open. I was led into a dim, shadow-drenched interrogation room.Sitting rig
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 068
***A LITTLE CHAOS***Flora’s POVI snatched the phone from Tyler’s hand and stared at the screen, reading the message again and again until the words blurred.“No… no, no, no,” I whispered, my voice cracking. My chest felt like it was caving in. Tyler didn't say anything, his eyes remained wide like he had just seen a ghost.“This can’t be real, Tyler. How is this even possible? It has to be some kind of mistake, right?”Tyler reached over, took the phone back with steady fingers, and dialed a number. He put the call on speaker, and the tense silence of the bedroom filled with the ringing tone.It picked up after two crackles. “Mr. Sinclair.”“Detective,” Tyler said, his voice low but perfectly stable. “I just received a text. Justin’s dead. What the hell happened?”The line went silent for a beat.“They found him unresponsive in his cell this morning,” the detective replied, sounding tired. “The doctors are saying it's a sudden fatal spike in blood pressure.”“High blood pressure?”
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 067
***SURPISE VISIT***Sean’s POV“Yo, bro! Tell me you remember that dark-haired puck bunny from the club last weekend,” the voice exploded through the phone speaker, entirely too loud for nine in the morning.I grabbed the device, violently jamming the button to take it off loudspeaker before pressing it flat against my ear. My eyes flicked toward the room door. “Keep your fucking voice down. I’m at Megan’s place.”“Oh, shit,” He chuckled, his tone dropping into a lazy rumble. “You two settled your fight already?”“Yeah, we’re good. Now what the hell are you yapping about?”“The girl from the club, man! The one you wanted to slide into before you completely fumbled her and vanished. I ran into her at a warehouse after-party last night. We had some incredibly hot sex, bro.”I rolled my eyes, a short, bitter scoff escaping my lips as I leaned back against the headboard. I didn't fumble her.I was less than two minutes away from taking that girl out to my car when my gaze had tracked acr
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 005
***DRUNKEN CHAOS***Flora's POVI stormed into the lounge bar like a possessed woman, the heavy glass doors swinging shut behind me with a dramatic thud that matched the chaos in my chest. The place was dimly lit, filled with the sound of post-game chatter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burs
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 004
***TWO DAYS HAS ELAPSED*** Flora's POV"Did you see the pass he made, Flora?" Lucille had both hands pressed to her chest as she spoke. "Those arms, Flora. Those arms were doing the work of God tonight.""He's a hockey player, Lucille. They all have strong arms, it's nothing special.""Not like th
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 003
***HIS PROPOSAL***Flora's POVThe woman in the blazer looked like she had sprinted the entire length of the building to get here. Her chest was heaving, file clutched, her eyes wide like she had just seen a ghost.Tyler's gaze shifted to her, his face contracting into a frown."What are you talking
Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy Chapter 002
***WRONG FLORA***Flora's POV It's been three good days since the worst day of my life and I was handling it terribly, thanks to no one in particular for asking.I hadn't cried again, at least not since the past four hours. Every time I thought I'd gotten a handle on it, something would sneak up on
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