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Author: DIAMONDLEE
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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
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  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   52

    ISABELLA The rain pounded against the windowpane, each droplet a tiny drumbeat in the symphony of the storm. Thunder growled overhead, its deep rumble resonating through the walls, making the very air quiver.The room was steeped in shadows, the occasional flash of lightning casting fleeting, jagged illuminations that danced across the ceiling. I lay curled beneath the blankets, and the fabric twisted tightly in my clenched fists. Despite the oppressive warmth of the room, a shiver traced its way down my spine. Sleep had become a treacherous endeavour since that night.Each attempt to surrender to rest was met with a barrage of haunting memories and twisted dreams that left me gasping for air.Tonight was no exception.In the murky depths of my subconscious, I found myself running. The ground beneath me was uneven, littered with debris that threatened to trip me with every frantic step.My breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving as panic surged through my veins. Behind me, the he

  • 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

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   50

    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.

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   49

    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

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   48

    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

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   47

    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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