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CHAPTER 7
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2026-08-27 18:58:23
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Hot Adventures With The Hockey Star CHAPTER 7
The neon sign of the twenty-four-hour diner buzzed, casting a sickly pink glow over the wet asphalt outside.I sat in the corner booth, my hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm black coffee. The heat of Ryder’s touch still burned on the back of my neck, a ghost of a sensation that made my skin prickle despite the draft seeping through the diner's front door.“Stay with me. Let me handle my father. Just tell me you won't go back to State.”His desperate whisper echoed in my head, a cruel melody I couldn't silence. He had looked so broken in the cramped cabin of his truck—so raw, so agonizingly sincere. For a split second, I had actually believed him. I had wanted to throw myself into his arms and let the world burn around us.But then my eyes drifted to the screen of my phone, resting on the scarred wooden table.I unlocked it, scrolling back to the picture Bianca had sent me weeks ago. It was a candid photo of Ryder’s locker at the Westbridge arena. Tucked inside the metal door
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My heart hammered against my ribs as the freezing street air rushed over my skin. Ryder’s grip on my wrist was a solid, grounding weight, but the sheer fury radiating off him was terrifying."Ryder, release her," Richard Callahan commanded from the leather seat beside me. His voice had lost its smooth veneer, sharpening into an icy blade. "You are making a public spectacle of yourself. Think of your draft position.""I don't give a damn about the draft right now," Ryder spat, his knuckles white as his other hand gripped the edge of the open door. "Get out of the car, Maya."I didn't hesitate. I slid across the leather seat and let Ryder pull me out of the SUV. The moment my feet hit the cold, wet pavement, Ryder stepped in front of me, his massive, broad-shouldered frame completely shielding me from his father’s view.Richard slowly leaned toward the open door, his eyes narrowing as he took in his son’s defensive posture."You're acting like an emotional child, Ryder," Richard sa
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I stared at the open passenger door of the Lincoln Navigator, the warm, leather-scented air from the heater blowing out into the freezing street.Richard Callahan sat in the back seat, his hands resting casually on the silver head of his cane. He looked immaculate, wearing a tailored wool coat that cost more than my entire year of tuition. His grey hair was slicked back, his expression carrying the calm, terrifying poise of a man who owned everything he looked at."I won't ask twice, Maya," Richard said, his voice smooth, completely devoid of the anger his son had just shown on the phone. "Get in. Before you catch pneumonia."My instinct screamed at me to turn and run. But where? My contract at State was suspended. My job at the Westbridge rink was gone. If I ran, I was running into a wall of debt and a ruined career.I swallowed my fear, stepped forward, and climbed into the back seat. The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the noise of the city, leaving only the quie
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The campus of State University felt like an entirely different country.Where Westbridge was paved with manicured brick paths, ivy-covered stone, and the quiet arrogance of generational wealth, State was concrete, grit, and industrial steel. It was louder. It was hungrier."You're late, Maya."I stopped at the edge of the glass barrier. Coach Daniel Vance—the head of State’s hockey program—didn't look up from his tablet as I approached the bench. He was a broad man with a scarred jaw and a reputation for breaking players who couldn't handle his conditioning."The bus from the East Side had a flat tire, Coach," I said, catching my breath. My hands were freezing in my thin jacket pocket. "I ran the last four blocks."Daniel Vance slowly turned his head. His sharp gray eyes assessed my flush cheeks, my cheap sneakers, and the worn leather bag slung over my shoulder."I don't care about the bus," Vance said, his voice flat. "I care about results. Your analysis of Westbridge's neutra
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The air in the arena tunnel was freezing, but my blood was boiling hot.I didn't look back as I pushed through the heavy double doors, leaving the bright glare of the ice behind. My sneakers squeaked against the wet concrete floor of the corridor.I just needed to get to the locker room, grab my duffel bag, and get out of this building before my resolve crumbled."Maya! Stop."The voice was a low, dangerous rumble that echoed off the concrete walls.Heavy, aggressive footsteps threw the double doors open behind me.I didn't stop. I forced my legs to move faster, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.A hand caught my upper arm.It wasn't a gentle touch. It was a firm, inescapable grip that spun me around and pinned my back flat against the cold concrete wall of the tunnel.Ryder towered over me, still in his full hockey gear. Up close, the sheer size of him was terrifying. The heavy shoulder pads made him look twice as wide, his chest heaving under his jersey
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I swallowed hard, my throat so dry it felt coated in dust.His hand was too warm on my jaw, his thumb sending a terrifying jolt of heat straight to my core. I wanted to lean into it. God, I wanted to close my eyes and let him hold me the way he used to.But I couldn’t. Not while Bianca's perfume still clung to his sweatpants, and certainly not after she had just laid my deepest, most pathetic secret bare."Nothing, Ryder," I lied, my voice barely a whisper. I grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from my face.He didn’t budge. His grip didn’t hurt, but it was solid, unyielding iron. He stood so close I could see the golden flecks in his dark eyes—eyes that were currently narrowed, scanning my face for the slightest crack in my armor."Don't lie to me, Maya," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, rough and possessive. "She was in your face. You're shaking.""I'm tired," I retorted, injecting as much coldness into my tone as I could muster. "I worked a double. I have to
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