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CHAPTER 24: BETS ARE BEING PLACED
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The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 26: MAYBE WE'RE NOT MEANT FOR EACH OTHER
JAX POV "I'm not a fucking influencer.""I heard you the first three times." Mila's voice is cheerful, unbothered. She's sitting on a stool near the backdrop, her legs crossed, her notebook open on her lap. Today she's wearing a soft lavender blouse and heels the color of honey. Her dark curls are pulled back in that sleek ponytail, and she has a smear of something pink on her wrist. Lipstick, maybe. Or frosting.She was baking again this morning."I mean it," I say. "This is ridiculous.""It's a photoshoot. You've done a hundred of them.""Not like this."The photographer is circling me, a tiny woman with sharp glasses and an even sharper bob. She's been barking instructions for twenty minutes. Chin up. Shoulders back. Look natural. Look intense. Look happy.Look happy.I don't do happy."This campaign is about connecting with fans," Mila says, not looking up from her notes. "Smiling is part of connecting.""I connect just fine.""You yelled at a reporter last week.""He asked about
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 25: APARTMENT HUNTING FOR JESS
JAX POV The third apartment is a box.A box in a neighborhood where the windows have bars and the buzzer doesn't work. I stand in the middle of the empty living room, my shoulders brushing both walls, and try to keep my face neutral."It's cozy," Jess says."Jess.""It's affordable.""It's a closet.""It's not a closet. Closets don't have windows."I turn to look at my sister. She's wearing ripped jeans and a faded hoodie, her dark hair chopped in that messy bob she's had since high school. She looks like she hasn't slept in days.She also looks happy.That's what scares me."Jess." I keep my voice low. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to prove anything.""I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm trying to find an apartment.""You can stay with me.""We've been over this.""For as long as you need.""We've been over this too."I run a hand through my hair, pulling it back from my face. The tattoos on my fingers catch the weak light filtering through the grimy window."I just w
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 24: BETS ARE BEING PLACED
JAX POV My phone buzzes in my pocket as I walk back toward the locker room. Then again. And again.I ignore it. I'm too busy replaying the last twenty minutes in my head. Mila's lips. Mila's hair. The way she said my name like it meant something.The phone buzzes seven more times.I finally pull it out and glance at the screen.MY BOYS ARE WICKED SMAHTKNOXYOOOOOFREEZE ARE YOU SERIOUSCOFFEE TO THE FACESULLIVANDear God. Our starting goalie is trending online for assaulting a fan with a Dunkin.KNOXPerfect arc to the throw btwThe Sox probably gonna nab you from the NHLSULLIVANPlease don't encourage him, KnoxKNOXRIP Jax's Dunkin. Gone but not forgotten.DMITRIThe real question, friends, is who is the woman in the video?I stop walking.My blood goes cold.KNOXYO he replied just to shut that downRomy I think you're onto somethingI type back: I'm leaving the groupchat because I hate you all.KNOXNah you love us really.But more importantly ROMY YOU'RE DEFINITELY ONTO SOMET
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 24: I DONT WANT TO LOSE MY JOB
MILA'S POV The hallway is empty.I lean against the wall, pressing my hand to my chest, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lips are still tingling. My hair is loose around my shoulders—Jax's fingers had pulled out my ponytail, and I haven't put it back up.I kissed him.He kissed me.We kissed in an equipment room while he was wearing nothing but a towel.What the hell am I doing?I push off from the wall and pace the hallway, my heels clicking against the concrete. This is bad. This is so bad. Rick sent me here to supervise Jax, not to make out with him. If anyone finds out—"Still here?"I spin around. Jax is standing in the equipment room doorway, now wearing sweatpants and a gray t-shirt that clings to his chest. His dark hair is still loose, still damp. His green eyes are watching me with an expression I can't read."I was just leaving," I say."You've been saying that for twenty minutes.""I meant it this time."He steps into the hallway. The door swings shut behind him."Mila.""
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 22: THE KISS
MILA'S POV I make it three steps out of the equipment room before I hear the door open behind me."Mila."Jax's voice is low. Rough. It stops me mid-stride.I don't turn around. "You need to get dressed. Your team is waiting.""Let them wait."His footsteps echo on the concrete floor. Closer. Closer."Jax—""I'm not finished talking to you."I finally turn. He's standing in the doorway of the equipment room, one hand braced against the frame. The white towel hangs low on his hips, and his chest is bare.His chest.I've seen it before—glimpses, flashes. But not like this. Not up close, in the dim light, with no one else around.The tattoos are everywhere. Dark ink swirling over his pectorals, down his ribs, across his shoulders. Waves crashing against a rocky shore. A lighthouse standing tall against a storm. A compass rose on his left pec, right over his heart.Water still clings to his skin, beading on the lines of his muscles. His dark hair is loose, damp, falling past his shoulder
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 21: LOCKER ROOM
MILA'S POV The hallway outside the locker room is empty.I've been standing here for five minutes, trying to calm my breathing. The confrontation with Sterling left me shaky. The way Jax tucked my hair behind my ear left me something else entirely.But I can't think about that now.I need to find Jax. Need to make sure he's not spiraling. Need to confirm he understands how close he came to losing everything.A staff member walks by. "They're all in there, if you're looking for someone.""The locker room?""Where else?" He grins. "Game just ended."Right. The locker room. Where twenty-something half-naked hockey players are currently celebrating a shutout.I should wait. I should text Jax and ask him to come out.But my phone is dead—of course it is, because today has been that kind of day—and I can hear shouting from inside. Laughing. The unmistakable sound of grown men acting like children.What if Jax is in there, spiraling alone? What if he's blaming himself for almost getting tra
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