Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Rhys's POV

"Yeah Shit! I’m fucking gonna cum, don’t stop pounding me!" loud moans filled the air.

I stood completely frozen at the entrance of the team locker room. I had only come inside to find a washroom. Enzo told me to wait for him near the locker room before our project meeting. I arrived early and needed the washroom. I did not expect to see my ex-girlfriend inside.

Chloe was pressed against the wooden benches. Three different hockey players were with her. She had two guys taking her pussy from behind and one standing right in front of her face, dick in her mouth. They were completely naked.

"Oh look who decided to visit," Chloe mocked. She pulled away from the guy in front of her. She did not try to cover herself. She just looked at me with pure amusement.

"Hey man, how is it going?" one of the players asked casually. He did not stop moving against her.

"Care to join us?" another laughed loudly. "There’s plenty of room for one more."

“Fuck… she’s such a perfect little slut,” he groaned, slamming deeper into her.

I stared at them, feeling nothing but intense disgust. This was the same woman I gave two years of my life. I treated her with complete respect. I acted like a gentleman every single day. I bought her expensive gifts and took her on nice dates. And now she was freely giving herself to multiple men in a dirty public room.

"You are absolutely pathetic," I told her. My voice was very steady.

"You are just jealous because they actually know what they are doing," Chloe sneered at me.

Was she doing this the entire time we were together? Was she always sleeping around while I tried so hard to be a good boyfriend? Enzo was absolutely right about her. Chloe truly was a whore.

"Enjoy yourselves," I said quietly.

I stepped backward and pulled the heavy door shut. I did not even bother looking for the washroom anymore. I just wanted to get away from them.

I turned around in the empty hallway and nearly crashed right into a tall wet body.

"What are you doing inside?" Enzo asked.

Enzo had just stepped out of the private showers. He only wore a small white towel wrapped low around his waist. His dark hair was completely wet and pushed back from his face. Water dripped down his broad chest and stomach. He looked massive standing so close to me.

I forced myself to look away from his bare skin. I looked at the concrete wall instead.

"I needed the washroom," I replied quickly.

Enzo stood there and studied my face in the bright fluorescent light. He did not look surprised. His expression clearly showed that he already knew exactly what was happening behind that locker room door. He knew Chloe was in there with his teammates. He said nothing about it.

"Give me twenty minutes," Enzo said calmly.

"I will wait outside," I told him.

I walked out of the building and stood in the cool air. I spent the last three days trying to put the entire disaster behind me. I blocked Enzo on my phone completely. I completely ignored him in class. I focused on my writing projects to control my thoughts. Writing was the only place where I had full control. But Enzo just kept appearing around me because we still had this university project. He acted completely normal around everyone else. Nobody at the university suspected a single thing. To them, he was just the popular hockey captain who happened to be my girlfriend's stepbrother.

Twenty minutes later, Enzo walked out of the double doors. He was fully dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans. We walked to the library in complete silence. We sat down at a small table in the corner to finish our university presentation. I opened my laptop and loaded the files.

"You need to fix this section," Enzo said. He pointed at my laptop screen. "The data on the third slide does not match your conclusion at all."

"I can fix it myself," I said defensively. "You do not need to tell me what to do."

"I will help you do it right now," Enzo offered smoothly. "I need to leave for hockey training soon. Let us finish it quickly so we can both leave."

He pulled his chair closer to mine. Our shoulders almost touched. He leaned closer and started pointing out the errors on the screen. He was incredibly sharp. He explained the corrections very clearly. He was surprisingly patient when I asked questions about the formatting. He did not mock me once. He did not bring up Chloe or the comic. He took the work very seriously.

I felt very uncomfortable sitting next to him. It was incredibly easy to hate him when he acted like a cocky player. It was easy to hate him when he teased me. But seeing him act responsible and smart made me feel very different. His calm voice actually made me feel safe. I hated that feeling even more. I did not want to feel safe around Enzo.

"We are done," Enzo said. He closed the laptop. "I will submit it to the professor tomorrow morning."

"Fine," I said.

"See you later, Rhys," he said. He picked up his bag and walked away.

Later that same afternoon, my phone rang. My father's assistant told me to come to the president's office immediately. Apparently, my father was the school's president. In fact, he owned the entire university.

He was a very wealthy billionaire and he controlled everything in our lives. Even Forbes listed him as the top 2 richest men in the country.

I walked into the large expensive office and stood in front of his wooden desk.

"Sit down, Rhys," my father ordered. He did not look up from his paperwork.

I sat down in the leather chair. "Why did you call me here today? I have a lot of writing to do."

"The university is hosting a major hockey contest next month," my father said. He finally looked at me. "I have decided that you will participate in it."

"I am not playing hockey," I refused immediately. "I do not know the rules. I do not know how to skate properly. I am a writer, not an athlete. This makes no sense."

"You are my son," my father said strictly. "You will represent our family name on the ice. The board members expect to see my son participating in university events. If you refuse my order, your mother will face the consequences."

I took a sharp breath. My mother was his unofficial wife. She spent her entire life trying to secure a permanent place in this billionaire family. She begged me every single day to listen to my father. She cried and told me that my obedience was the only way he would keep loving her. She loved him way more than he loved her. The thought of him leaving her made her completely miserable. She was my only weakness, and my father knew exactly how to use her against me.

"Do not bring my mother into this," I said quietly. "She has nothing to do with this."

"Then you will play in the contest," my father replied smoothly. "Do we have an agreement?"

"Fine," I agreed reluctantly. I felt completely trapped by his threats. "I will play."

"Good," my father nodded. "I already spoke with the head coach today. We both agreed that you need special attention to catch up with the other players. Their best player and team captain will train you personally."

I stared at him in pure disbelief. I felt totally sick.

"You cannot be serious," I said. My voice shook slightly. "Enzo?"

"Yes, Enzo," my father confirmed. "He is the best player we have."

"I cannot train with him," I argued quickly. "We do not get along at all. We just finished a project together and it was terrible. Please pick someone else to train me."

"The decision is already final," my father said. He stood up from his tall chair. "He agreed to it this morning. He will teach you everything you need to know about the sport."

"I refuse to spend that much time with him on the ice," I stated firmly. "We will just argue the entire time."

"You will not just be on the ice," my father corrected me. "You are moving into the private villa downtown, it has an inbuilt rink. The arrangements are already complete."

I opened my mouth to argue again, but he raised his hand to silence me.

"You will live together for two months," my father said. "Enzo will make sure you are ready.”