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CHAPTER 27: Maybe We're Not For Each Other
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2026-05-26 17:06:36
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The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession Chapter 28: First Road Trip
MILA'S POV The private charter plane smells like leather and jet fuel. I'm sitting in a plush seat by the window, watching the tarmac scroll past, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking.This is my first road trip with the team.Not as a fan. Not as a spectator. As staff. As Jax Kingston's handler.The players are scattered throughout the cabin, some sleeping, some playing cards, some staring at tablets loaded with game footage. Knox is already trying to convince Sullivan to bet on something. Dmitri is reading a book with a cover entirely in Russian. Coach Reed is in the front, speaking quietly into his phone.And Jax is sitting across the aisle from me.His dark hair is loose today, falling past his shoulders. He's wearing a gray hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, revealing the waves and lighthouse on his forearms. His eyes are closed, but I don't think he's sleeping. His jaw is too tight."You okay?" I ask quietly.His eyes open. Green. Intense."Nervous?""Ab
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 27: Maybe We're Not 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." "H
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: Mila's Lips
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 SMAHT KNOX YOOOOO FREEZE ARE YOU SERIOUS COFFEE TO THE FACE SULLIVAN Dear God. Our starting goalie is trending online for assaulting a fan with a Dunkin. KNOX Perfect arc to the throw btw The Sox probably gonna nab you from the NHL SULLIVAN Please don't encourage him, Knox KNOX RIP Jax's Dunkin. Gone but not forgotten. DMITRI The real question, friends, is who is the woman in the video? I stop walking. My blood goes cold. KNOX YO he replied just to shut that down Romy I think you're onto something I type back: I'm leaving the groupchat because I hate you all. KNOX Nah you love us really.
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 24: I'll Still Shout At You
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—burning—from his. 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. 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—hungry, tender, worried. "I was just leaving," I say. "You've been saying that for twenty minutes." "I meant it this time." He steps into the hall
The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession CHAPTER 23: 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, one hand braced against the frame. The white towel hangs low on his hips. 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 shoulders. I swallow
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