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The Session at Eight
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The Hockey player's submissive professor The Session at Eight
Just as Juno stepped into the house, her phone chimed with a soft ping. She pulled it from her front pocket, and the moment she saw who the message was from, her heart skipped. Quickly, she tapped the screen.Session tomorrow by 8 p.m.She frowned. Eight p.m.? That was late. Still, she thought nothing of it—though for some reason she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She stood there, staring at the screen as if more words might appear. When two long minutes passed with nothing, she finally switched it off and slid it back into her pocket.“Juno.”Her head snapped up.“Mom!”Adrian and Cassie were walking toward her. Juno forced a smile onto her face.Cassie’s brow furrowed as she glanced behind her. “Hey, where’s Aunt Nina?”Juno looked over her shoulder like she was only just realizing Nina wasn’t there. “Oh, she had to go do something. She’ll be back soon.”Cassie nodded, already pulling out her phone, her smile stretching as her thumbs flew across the screen.Adrian, however, stepped cl
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Rhett Voss Cult
JUNO HAYESI glanced at Nina for the third time as I slowly rolled down the road she swore Rhett was “surely going to be.”“Are you serious right now? Why would—” I didn’t even finish before she shrieked, voice slicing through the air.“Stoooop!”I slammed the brakes just as a teenage girl threw herself at the hood, palms smacking the metal. Her sweaty hair clung to her cheeks, her face bright with hysteria as she waved a banner at us before darting away.My jaw dropped. My eyes widened. Because she wasn’t alone.There were hundreds of them. Girls. Everywhere.They swarmed the street like an army, a shrieking, tangled mess of posters and ponytails. From inside the car, it was muffled chaos—but I could still feel it vibrating in my chest.What in God’s name is this?I turned to Nina, but she was just smiling, smug as ever.“What’s going on here?” I demanded.She tilted her head toward the crowd, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Jun, this is just a quarter of Rhett Voss
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Sociopath’s Trail
The crowd roared, stamping their feet as the cage rattled.“Grimm! Grimm! Grimm!” they chanted, voices rising like thunder in the underground pit.He stepped into the ring like a predator that had been caged too long, shoulders loose, grin sharp and empty. It had been years since he fought here officially, but the place remembered him and tonight, he reminded them why.The bell clanged. His opponent rushed him. Grimm didn’t flinch. One brutal hook snapped the man’s head sideways, blood spraying across the ropes. A tooth flew out, bouncing on the filthy floor. The crowd screamed louder.Grimm stalked forward, every move ruthless. He slammed a fist into ribs, crack. Another uppercut split the man’s lip, red pouring like water.Blood hit the mat before the crowd even blinked. Grimm’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw, teeth flying out like white chips, swallowed by the dirt and sweat of the pit. The roar was deafening.“Grimm! Grimm! Grimm!”He didn’t fight clean—he fought like a beast tor
The Hockey player's submissive professor Halfway in Love
JUNO HAYESA week later“For someone with such a fine ass, man, you don't look as happy as you should,” Nina murmured as she came to stand beside me, reclining against a pool seat.I pulled my glasses down and looked at her. She had one brow — the left — lifted in that way I’d learned to read: spit whatever's eating you out.Of course it was me.“What do you mean? I’m happy. Do you want me to grin like an idiot so you’ll believe me?” I said. It probably sounded defensive, but I was telling the truth. Right? I was happy.“Hmmm.” She pursed her lips and sat up, curling her legs together like she was getting ready for yoga. Then she glanced toward Adrian at the grill with Cassie. I turned to look and my lips twitched. Watching Cassie warm up to a guy I’d brought home was new — and kind of funny.Ever since she was little I’d avoided dating men just to give her a steady home. Cassie didn’t need a father figure, per se — that was her line, not mine — but I feared she’d come home someday cr
The Hockey player's submissive professor Over
RHETT VOSSImmediately the door closed shut behind Juno, I slowly turned to Natalie, pulling her hand away from mine with as much patience I could give. “Why are you here?”She pouted, tilting her head, that practiced model-girlfriend face sliding on. “Baby, you haven’t called me. Not once. What was I supposed to think? You disappear into rehab, no texts, no nothing. I thought maybe you forgot about me.”My jaw flexed, not from guilt, but from the sheer noise of it. She always spoke like she was on camera. Always performing. I let her talk, let her eyes dart to the door Juno had just slipped through. She caught herself staring and then forced a little laugh.“She’s… really pretty,” Natalie said, pretending it was casual, but her nails dug into my arm just enough to betray her. “That was your trainer, huh? What was her name again? Professor Hayes? I swear I’ve seen her at campus events.” Her smile tightened. “She’s your rehab specialist too? Multitasking, I guess.” She dragged her hand
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Other Woman
Emma stared at the pictures plastered across her wall. Every inch of the room was his Rhett frozen in time, caught in stolen frames: lacing his skates, laughing with teammates, sweat plastering his shirt to the hard lines of his chest. Not one corner of the wallpaper showed anymore; it was all Rhett. Only him.Candles burned low around the room, the air thick with melted wax and smoke. The floor was littered with scorched photos of women she had crossed out, their eyes slashed through with sharp red ink, black X’s carved across their faces. No one else belonged here. No one but Rhett.Her hand trembled as she pressed her knuckles to her lips, a feverish smile curving her face. “Baby, I’m back,” she whispered to the sea of images. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her eyes glazed, drinking in his picture like water.One shot drew her in — Rhett mid-game, his shirt soaked, his chest visible through the fabric, his jaw set hard in focus. She tore it from the wall with shaking fingers and
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