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Penulis: DIAMONDLEE
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ISABELLA

The first thing I did when I woke up was glare at the mirror. Not because of the dark circles under my eyes or the evidence of last night’s restless sleep. No, it was the faint brown strands peeking through my platinum hair.

I leaned in closer, fingers brushing against the roots. They were unmistakable, betraying the color I once had before I came to America. It was strange, the way memories could be tied to something as simple as hair color. For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget.

I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.”

The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles
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  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   38

    ISABELLA“Are you kidding me?” Logan muttered, shifting in his seat as he put the car in park. His hand drummed against the steering wheel, his gaze flicking from me to the cracked sidewalk, to the group of young men loitering by the entrance to my building.One of them took a long drag from a cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly, the kind of slow that said what the hell are you going to do about it.I unbuckled my seatbelt. “What?” I asked, reaching for my purse that sat between my feet like an obedient dog.The leather was cold against my fingertips, worn thin at the handles from too much gripping.Logan didn’t answer immediately. He just kept watching them. It was the same look he got on the ice when he was about to slam someone into the boards, all intensity and controlled violence. Don't ask me how I got to know that. Maybe I had watched him play sometimes, and he was damn good. A fucking unit.Finally, he turned back to me. “How the hell are you living here?”I shrugged, lif

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   37

    ISABELLAI wasn’t sure if it was the lighting or the sleek, minimalist design of the place, but there was something about this restaurant that made me feel like I had just stepped into one of those curated Pinterest boards I used to get lost in back when life was simpler.Or maybe it was the faint scent of sandalwood and bergamot that hung delicately in the air, weaving through the space like an invisible thread of luxury.Either way, the moment I walked through the glass double doors, guided by Logan’s hand at the small of my back, I felt... out of place.And that wasn’t something I admitted to often.I stood just a few paces behind Logan as he spoke to the receptionist, a grecian-featured woman with her dark hair wound so tightly into a bun I wondered if she ever had headaches from it.Her lips painted a discreet shade of mauve, parted into a perfectly polite smile, but there was something beneath it, a flicker of nerves? Awe? Whatever it was, it didn’t take much to figure out she w

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   36

    LOGANI should’ve known Isabella wouldn’t make it easy. She rarely did. That was half the damn thrill of it.When she agreed to dinner, I managed to play it cool, but in truth, it settled something restless in me. She was stubborn. She didn’t just say yes.If you knew anything about Isabella, it was that you never told her what to do. You had to let her get there on her own, in her own time, even if it made you want to drive your fist through a wall while you waited.And now she was sitting next to me in the car, legs crossed, tapping her fingers against her thigh like she was counting down the minutes until she changed her mind.I pulled open the passenger door for her like some gentleman, an act I rarely bothered with, and she froze mid-step. Her brows lifted, those sharp brown eyes catching me in the act.“Oh,” she murmured, biting the inside of her cheek. “You do know how to open a door. Here I thought the rich had people for that.”I smirked, ignoring the urge to tug on the loose

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   35

    ISABELLAThe sliding glass doors of the building sighed as they parted for me, releasing me into the blinding light of the morning.I blinked hard, as if the sun itself had something personal against me. It probably did. Wouldn’t be the first thing this city conspired to throw at me.I made my way toward the street, one step at a time. My shoulders were squared, and my chin high.Fake it till you make it, right? Only in this case, I wasn’t sure what I was faking anymore. Confidence? Indifference? Humanity?I adjusted the strap of my bag where it dug into the bone of my shoulder, the leather stiff and unrelenting, just like me or so I liked to think.And then I saw her.Marcia, tall, and impossibly tall. Her figure was draped in a skin-tight lilac dress that screamed money and whispered plastic. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail so tight I wondered if it hurt to think. Her stilettos stabbed the ground like she had something against it. I would have liked to think the sight

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   34

    ISABELLAMonday mornings had always been an enemy of mine, but this one felt like a declaration of war. I stood in front of my cracked bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection with the kind of suspicion usually reserved for strangers in dark alleys.I looked too polished, and too prepared. My still bleached hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place, and my brown eyes normally sharp, looked almost hesitant. It didn’t suit me.I adjusted the cuffs of my blazer for the fifth time, smoothing down the fabric like it might protest and walk away from me.The sharp click of my heels on the wooden floor echoed as I paced back to the door. I inhaled slowly, held it, and then exhaled through my nose.I can do this, and yet, as soon as I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, reality slammed into me like an eighteen-wheeler with no brakes.My body sagged against the doorframe, my fingers curling tight around the cold brass handle. I shouldn’t be doing this. I cou

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   33

    ISABELLA"And that will be all for today," I said, running my hand along the soft material of the last dress before folding it neatly into the crisp tissue paper.Lana gave me that look, the one that made me want to roll my eyes clean out of their sockets. She raised a perfectly drawn brow, arms crossing under her chest as she cocked her hip to the side like she had something insightful to say. "What?" I asked."You should get more dresses, you know?" she said, like she wasn’t suggesting I dig myself deeper into the Mariana Trench of financial dependence.I shrugged, smoothing out an invisible crease on the package, careful with my movements. "I will when I get paid," I replied, tone clipped, but not unkind. "I feel guilty already."Her head snapped back like I’d told her I ran an underground puppy smuggling ring. "Guilty?" Her laugh was sharp, biting. "Why the hell do you feel guilty?"I tilted my head slightly, tapping my fingers against the marble counter. The coolness grounded

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