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Forty-six: Daddy Issues

Author: Reina’s ink
last update publish date: 2026-05-25 23:13:55

Even though Mom already forewarned me some weeks ago that my dad was coming to see me, I didn't think he'd actually have the nerve to show his face here, especially considering how we left things the last time.

We haven't been in touch in the last two years, and the last time we saw each other, we had a fight — one that prompted him to disappear for twenty-four months. I thought he'd disappear forever, but I guess he's back.

But back for what? I can't say.

I mentally fight to calm my raging ner
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    'I would advise you to stay the fuck away from him. He's dangerous' Devin's words replay in my mind as I watch Carl round the car to the passenger's side. A pang of dread grips my chest as I wonder how dangerous he could possibly be. What the hell am I saying? I've seen what he did to Jayden. If that doesn't confirm Devin's advice, then I don't know what else would for me. I already know what Carl can do. I've encountered him once or twice before and I've witnessed how he reacted when I provoked him. Sure, he didn't hurt me physically or try to, but his threats alone remain scary. HE is scary. A lump rises in my throat as I wonder if I've made a mistake agreeing to this ride with him. Well, it's not like I had a better choice. Carl's sparkling green eyes find mine and there's only a hint of amusement on his face as he smirks at me. There's something about the way he smirks that tightens my chest with anxiety. I mentally shake off Devin's cautioning words and focus on Carl inste

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Fifty-six: Accepting a nickname

    "You coming?" Carl looks back from the driver's side when I don't step out of the car like he just did. I shake my head firmly. "Absolutely not." He frowns, curious, holding the side of the door and peering at me. "Why not?" "The last thing I want is to be seen with you," I say, even though I'm barely known in this part of town. Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat." I cross my arms over my ches

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Fifty-five: I shouldn't feel this way

    "You have until the count of five to decide," he adds, and I still stubbornly hesitate. I was hoping I'd finally come up with a wise choice during his little counting spree, but the bastard completely catches me off guard. Sighing in resignation, he declares, "Five." Motherfucker didn't even count. He turns his attention back to the steering wheel, ready to drive off now that he's obviously tired of talking. Then I shout against my better judgment. "Wait!" Fuck me. I totally hate this, hate having to succumb to his manipulative tactics. But I have no other choice. It's either me surviving his overbearing presence for a few hours or Jayden getting hurt again. I can't let the latter happen because of my selfishness, so it's better I stick with the former option. Carl pauses, not sparing me a glance. I shoot him a glare at his sudden nonchalant attitude as I make my way around the car to the passenger seat. I open the door and throw myself inside with a frustrated grunt. Fuck

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Fifty-four: Test failed

    My lips part slightly to answer his question, but no words come out.My expression falters as I swallow hard, realizing my words are stuck in my throat. He maintains unwavering eye contact with me, anticipating my answer.His green eyes are piercing into mine intently, and they linger on my parted lips occasionally. Mind you, we are still outside the café, where he got me breakfast. But it would be hard for anyone to notice us since we are behind tinted glass.Nonetheless, I don’t think it will be hard for him to notice I’m deflecting and at a loss for words. His bizarre question completely caught me off guard, and now I don’t know what to do or how to even answer.The truth is I wouldn’t feel repulsed if he touched me, because considering the last time, I definitely didn’t feel irritated by his touch. But I’d rather be thrown in a pit of fire before I admit that to this egoistic bastard. And let’s not forget, I’m supposed to hate him.“You’re quiet…” he says, taunt-laden in his husky

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Fifty-Three: How would you feel?

    'I would advise you to stay the fuck away from him. He's dangerous'Devin's words replay in my mind as I watch Carl round the car to the passenger's side. A pang of dread grips my chest as I wonder how dangerous he could possibly be.What the hell am I saying? I've seen what he did to Jayden. If that doesn't confirm Devin's advice, then I don't know what else would for me.I already know what Carl can do. I've encountered him once or twice before and I've witnessed how he reacted when I provoked him. Sure, he didn't hurt me physically or try to, but his threats alone remain scary. HE is scary.A lump rises in my throat as I wonder if I've made a mistake agreeing to this ride with him. Well, it's not like I had a better choice.Carl's sparkling green eyes find mine and there's only a hint of amusement on his face as he smirks at me.There's something about the way he smirks that tightens my chest with anxiety.I mentally shake off Devin's cautioning words and focus on Carl instead.Now

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Firty-Three: Out with a friend

    "You coming?" Carl looks back from the driver's side when I don't step out of the car like he just did.I shake my head firmly. "Absolutely not."He frowns, curious, holding the side of the door and peering at me. "Why not?""The last thing I want is to be seen with you," I say, even though I'm barely known in this part of town. Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi.Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l.He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year."You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."I cross my arms over my chest, stay

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Thirty-three: Drive

    CARL The expression on Whitney's face can only be labeled as the onset of paralysis. That's if I'm not mistaken. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck about observing anyone closely or caring about how they're reacting to my presence. But she's different and considering our proximity, I can smell the f

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Thirty-Two: Encounter with the devil 2

    My nerves shatter to pieces as I lock eyes with the man I hate with every fiber of my being, currently occupying my passenger seat. Carlos fucking Martinez. My nightmare and the last person I expected to run into today. My heart shrinks in my crippled chest as my gaze darts between his eyes in di

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    It really doesn't get more complicated than this.What on earth could possibly be the real reason Carl went after Jayden?Only Carl knows, but the motherfucker wouldn't tell me anything.Pausing in deep silence for a minute, I ponder my thoughts, trying to come up with a new theory. But nothing at

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Thirty: It's not about her

    By the time I arrive at L.K's Cafe, my secret agent is already waiting at one of the tables. I'm not even surprised by his punctuality, even after I abruptly readjusted the time for our meeting. He always keeps to time — the last time he was late was actually the first time.Devin raises his hand a

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