My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player

ISABELLA I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine.The sheets were silk, cool against my bare skin, so smooth they felt like liquid luxury. For a long second, I lay there, my mind tangled in the fog of sleep, my body sore in places I hadn’t felt in a long time. Then, like a slap to the face, it hit me.I’d let a man have his way with me. Without a fight. No overthinking, no self-sabotage, no last-minute exit strategy. Just... me, him, and a night of reckless passion.I exhaled sharply and turned over, expecting to see him beside me, but the bed was empty. A tiny, pathetic part of me was relieved. Because if he were still here, wide awake, looking at me like a mistake he didn't want to make again, I wouldn’t have known what to say. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, and glanced around. The suite was massive. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows that displayed a breathtaking city view, the kind you only saw in magazines. The morning light poured in, illuminating sleek, modern

LOGANI realized, far too late, that I had broken years of discipline in a single night and the days after.For years, I had stayed away from unnecessary entanglements. No distractions, no meaningless sex. I had convinced myself that physical desire was just that 'physical' and nothing I couldn’t control. And yet, I had woken up in a hotel suite, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, with the undeniable scent of sex still clinging to my skin.At first, I told myself it was because I had gone too long without it, and that was the easiest explanation I could give myself. The simplest one, but something gnawed at me the moment I opened my eyes.Something felt off.My head had been heavy, and my limbs weighed down by a sluggishness that wasn’t just exhaustion. The memories were hazy, fractured at the edges, like a puzzle with missing pieces. I could recall flashes of heated skin, breathless laughter, the way my hands had roamed without restraint, but there was something else. Something I c

ISABELLA I spun around so fast that my shoes nearly skidded on the polished floor, my heart leaping into my throat. Logan was here. In this restaurant. With a woman. Probably the lady he had been speaking with so flirtatiously on the phone. I lowered my head, angling my face away from him as I approached the counter, trying to keep my cool. The scent of grilled peppers and seasoned meat wafted through the air, but it did nothing to soothe the knot tightening in my chest.I stole another glance, my eyes drifting to the woman sitting across from him. She was stunning—tall and willowy, with sun-kissed blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect waves. Her blue eyes sparkled under thick, dark lashes, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a European fashion magazine, effortlessly elegant in a fitted cream blouse that hugged her slim figure. She laughed at something he said, her red lips curving into a dazzling smile that co

ISABELLA The storage room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners as Logan shut the door with a firm click. The scent of cleaning supplies mixed with dust, the air stale and heavy. My eyes adjusted to the murky light, flicking over stacks of boxes and mops leaning against the wall. I yanked my arm out of his grip, the spot where his fingers had pressed into my skin tingling. “What the hell, Logan? You can’t just drag me in here like a caveman.”He leaned against the door, his broad shoulders nearly blocking it entirely. His suit jacket hung perfectly on his frame, tailored to emphasize his athletic build. He crossed his arms, his eyes darkening as his lips curled into a smirk. “I can do whatever I want,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “You belong to me.” I scoffed, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “I belong to no one. Especially not to an arrogant asshole who thinks the world revolves around him.” I moved to the far side of the room, putting as much distance bet

ISABELLA Typical Logan. I straightened my clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles as I watched Logan walk out of the storage room without a second glance. Typical. Not even a goodbye. Just a reminder to wait a few minutes before leaving so no one would suspect anything. The nerve. He acted like he owned me. Maybe in a way, he did. But that didn’t mean I was about to grovel at his feet or stare longingly after him. I wasn’t that pathetic. I composed myself, taking a deep breath before stepping out. The hallway was empty, and I was fucking thankful for that. I made sure I acted like I hadn't just been bnt over a desk and fucked like a whore as I made my way to the manager’s office. I knocked once before entering. She didn’t even look up from her computer. Her fingers clattered across the keyboard, as she hummed a tune. “You’re late with the report, Isabella.” I gritted my teeth, forcing a smile. “Got held up.” Literally. “But here it is.” I placed the folder on his desk. She didn’t ev