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My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 51
ISABELLA Dinner at the restaurant was supposed to be the perfect way to end the day, but of course, life had other plans.The place was elegant but not overwhelmingly so. It was a soft cacophony of warm lighting, soft music, and the occasional clink of silverware against fine china.I felt more comfortable here than I had expected. Maybe it was because, after spending the entire day out with Logan, I was slowly getting used to the way people stared at him.I barely even noticed it now, which was a huge improvement from when I first found myself in his world.Logan sat across from me, relaxed, looking like he belonged in a high-end magazine ad, effortlessly charming as he scanned the menu. He glanced at me from time to time, smirking slightly, as if waiting for me to make some kind of sarcastic remark about the absurd prices, and honestly? I was tempted, but I was distracted; by him, by the day, by the strange warmth in my chest, I wasn’t ready to address.Then, of course, the univer
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ISABELLA I sat in the quiet of the living room, scrolling through the news on my new phone. My eyes flicked over the headlines, scanning each one quickly. Most of them were still talking about the leaked video.It was like my life was splashed across every platform. But, slowly, the chatter was dying down.The outrage, the shock, and the endless speculation. I was mostly thankful that it was all starting to fade, replaced by newer stories and other scandals.For a moment, I felt a strange sense of relief. Maybe it was finally over. Maybe the world had moved on. But no matter how much I wanted to feel thankful for the silence, it didn't erase the weight still pressing on my chest. The trauma lingered, and a dull ache that wouldn’t leave.I shifted in my seat, trying to push the thoughts away, but they were always there, lurking in the back of my mind.Just then, the maid stepped into the room. "Miss Isabella," she said, her voice gentle. "Mr. Logan asked me to tell you to get dressed.
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LOGANThe drive home was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying me as I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. My thoughts, however, were loud. Chaotic.I had made up my mind not to tell Isabella about Ethan’s betrayal. She had been through enough.Dragging her into more chaos when she was barely piecing herself together felt cruel. No, she didn’t need to know. I’d handle it. I always did.Before heading home, I had a conversation with my media manager, ensuring that the videos would stop circulating and that Ethan’s name would never come up.There was no point in letting the world know he was the snake behind it all, not yet, at least. But my resentment towards him had settled deep in my bones, making every muscle in my body tense.Looking back, the signs had always been there. Subtle, but present.There was the time we were at a club with the team, and Ethan had leaned in close to a group of reporters, dropping sly remarks about how I had ‘a thing for taking
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LOGAN This morning, I had woken up for practice angrier than I had ever been. I was literally filled with the rage to just punch into something until there was nothing left to give.My media manager assured me he would handle the situation, that the videos would stop circulating, that no one would ever know who leaked them. But I knew, and I made a choice.I wasn’t going to tell Isabella. She had been through enough, dragged through the dirt, her name spat out like a curse by people who didn’t know a damn thing about her.Telling her it was Ethan would crush her, and I wasn’t willing to do that to her. Not when she was barely holding herself together as it was.But my hatred for Ethan festered and the more I thought about it, the more pieces of the puzzle started fitting together, painting a picture I should have seen a long time ago.The signs were there. Little things, brushed off as nothing more than minor annoyances. The subtle digs disguised as jokes.The way he always seemed a
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LOGAN“Ethan? As in my team mate?”For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Ethan. My friend. My teammate. The guy I’d shared victories, losses, and locker room banter with. The guy who stood beside me. The guy who claimed to have my back.“Logan, did you hear me?”I didn’t respond. My body moved on autopilot, feet carrying me toward the field. My teammates were already warming up. They were busy chatting, stretching and oblivious. But my gaze locked onto Ethan who was laughing at something, completely unaware that his life was about to change.Someone called my name. I ignored it. My coach said something. I didn’t register it.Ethan turned, saw me, and smiled. “Yo, Logan! What’s up, man—”The punch connected before he finished the sentence.There was a sickening crunch, followed by an explosion of chaos. Ethan stumbled back, clutching his bleeding nose, and eyes wide with shock.“What the hell?!”I didn’t stop. My fists flew. I was fueled by betrayal, by rage, by the deep, gut-wrenchi
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LOGANI sat back in the chair, watching the dim glow of the bedside lamp spill over Isabella’s sleeping face. The rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers were still curled slightly into the sheets, it was the only proof I needed that she was still here, and still breathing.That bastard hadn’t stolen her completely. But the sight did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.She was creeping into my life in ways I hadn’t expected. What started as something simple, something purely physical, had twisted into something else entirely.I didn’t just want her; I wanted to keep her safe, and that? That was dangerous.I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up, running a hand through my hair before pulling out my phone.The detective answered on the second ring, his voice clipped, as if he had been expecting me.“You don’t need to handle it anymore,” I said, my voice flat.There was a pause. Then, a slow exhale. “You sure about that?”“I am.” I glanced at Isabella again, her delicate
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