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My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 71
ISABELLAThe moment I stepped inside, I felt it.That sudden drop in temperature as the cool air wrapped itself around my skin like a silk shawl. A whisper of citrusy air freshener danced faintly through the space, almost too pristine for something that already felt like it belonged to me.My sandals made a soft tap against the polished tiles, and the echo of my footsteps bounced off the walls like the place was welcoming me with open arms.It didn’t smell like food yet. There were no burnt garlic or sizzling spice trails, but it had the rich scent of new paint, soft woods, and fresh polish. There was still something ceremonial about it. As though I wasn’t just walking into a building. I was walking into a promise made flesh.My eyes swept across the main dining area. Every table was strategically placed for flow, intimate corners near the arched windows, and broader ones in the centre for groups. The chairs were dark mahogany, matte, and warm, contrasting against the cream floors tha
My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 70
ISABELLAI tried to focus on the road signs, the way the city sprawled past in steel lines and glass teeth, but nothing could compete with the heavy weight ballooning quietly in my chest. I sat still beside him, hands folded on my lap, eyes pretending to follow the blur of motion outside the tinted windows. But inside, I was twisted into something raw and shivering.All I could think about were those damn comments. Words I hadn’t asked to see. Words I couldn't unsee.“I miss when he would make posts like this and tag his woman as the person behind his success.”His woman.My jaw clenched before I could stop it. My body had already betrayed me before my brain could step in with its well-rehearsed script about how I didn’t care. How it didn’t matter. How Logan could have a million past lovers and how it had nothing to do with me snd yet here I was, blinking too fast and sitting too stiffly, wondering what kind of woman made the internet collectively mourn her absence.His ex had to be
My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 69
ISABELLAI woke up to the smell of coffee, the soft hint of it curling beneath my nostrils and teasing me back into consciousness. My lashes fluttered open slowly, and the ceiling came into focus first, a pale ivory that I knew too well, and it took all of five seconds for my mind to register the obvious, I was in my room.Not on the couch, not on the balcony, not halfway drooling on a cushion with a half-eaten popcorn kernel under my thigh but in my room.I sat up slowly, blinking hard. My fingers gripped the edge of the duvet as flashes of last night came back in a lazy montage. Logan's warm chest, the weight of his arm, his soft chuckles during the movie, the way he held me so carefully when I started to break down, like he was scared touching me wrong would make me shatter and then… nothing. I’d fallen asleep and clearly, he’d carried me to bed.I groaned loudly.God, how much did I weigh? Why the hell did I suddenly feel like a cement block with legs? I climbed off the bed and s
My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 68
LOGANI left the balcony grinning like a damn teenager, like one of those overexcited kids who just got told their crush likes them back and suddenly thinks life’s a fairytale.My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my sweatpants, and there was this ridiculous lightness in my steps I couldn’t even explain. One stupid kiss and now I was walking around like the world suddenly made sense.Then I saw the maid.She was hovering near the hallway, eyes darting around like she was either trying to remember what she came here for or trying to find a place to disappear into.The grin fell right off my face. “Why are you standing and looking around like a lost spirit?” I asked, voice flat and a little colder than necessary.She blinked, flustered, mouth opening to form some excuse, but I didn’t wait to hear it. I was already turning the corner, climbing the stairs back to my room. I wasn’t in the mood for awkward stammering and over-explaining. Not tonight.Inside, I stripped lazily, lett
My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 67
LOGANThe silence that followed my father’s declaration was enough to wrap around my throat and choke me. I stood there for a beat too long, fingers curled tightly into fists at my sides, jaw locked, teeth clenched. My body felt stiff, like it had been plunged into ice water. “You want me to what?” I said slowly. “Take over your company? That’s what this is about?”He looked amused. That goddamn, tired amusement he always wore like some ancient crown he refused to take off. “Don’t look so surprised, son. You’re not exactly the first person I thought of, but I figured since you’re already floating around doing that… hockey thing, this could give you some real direction.”My nostrils flared. “That hockey thing?”“Yes. The ice-skating puck game or whatever it is.” He gave a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Fun, yes, but hardly a real career. Certainly not something to hang your future on."“Wow,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, heat crawling up my neck like it was preparing to
My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player 66
LOGANI had no idea how to process what had just happened.The whole thing with Isabella… it had thrown me off completely. The accusation and how she had spoken to me like I was an uncle? I didn’t see it coming. I never thought she’d go that far, especially after everything I’d done for her.The lengths I’d gone to ensure the damn video didn’t spread any further, to keep her dignity intact, to be her goddamn protector in a situation where no one should’ve had to play that role.She’d called me an accomplice. She’d accused me of being involved with Ethan in releasing that video, and the worst part of it all? She actually believed it.I had to breathe through it. The kind of hurt I felt was nothing I’d ever experienced before. I could handle betrayal. I could handle being used but this was different.The way she looked at me, the way she questioned everything I had done for her. I wasn’t some cold-hearted asshole. At least, I didn’t want to be but what the hell else was I supposed to do
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