LOGINBella POVThe heavy door swung open slowly, revealing Nikolai standing in the shadow of the doorway.He wasn't wearing his usual sharp suits or team gear. He just had on a plain black shirt and track pants, his dark hair messy, his shoulders slightly slouched from sheer fatigue. His blue eyes looked dark, heavy with a deep tiredness that went way past physical effort.We stood there for a long moment, staring at each other across the narrow space. Neither of us moved. Neither of us said a word."You look like hell," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.A faint, tired smile touched the corner of his lips. "Thanks. You don't look so hot yourself.""I haven't slept properly in days," I admitted, stepping back an inch. "Every time I close my eyes, my brain won't stop running."Nikolai leaned his broad frame against the doorframe, keeping his hands in his pockets. He didn't make a move to step into my room. He stayed right on his side of the line, just like he promised he would
Bella POVThe clock on the wall read two in the morning by the time we finally pulled up to the grand hotel in the middle of downtown. My legs felt stiff and heavy as I stepped off the team bus, my shoulder aching from carrying my heavy laptop bag through the cold night air. The players were exhausted, dragging their gear through the main lobby while I stood near the front desk with the team coordinator, making sure every room key was handed out properly."Alright, that's the last of the players," the coordinator said, dropping a thick stack of papers into his briefcase. He handed me two keycards with a tired smile. "Here are the keys for the top floor, Manager Moretti. Room 801 and Room 802.""Thank you," I said, taking the keycards. "Get some sleep. We have morning meetings at eight."I took the elevator up to the eighth floor, the quiet hum of the machine doing little to soothe the headache forming behind my eyes. All I wanted was to kick off my heels, wash my face, and collapse in
Bella POVThe private team bus was idling near the back entrance of the compound, its engine sending a low, steady vibration through the pavement. Players were hauling their gear bags into the lower storage bays, laughing and talking loudly as they prepared for the long drive to the airport.I stood near the front door with my clipboard, double-checking the travel manifest to make sure every player was accounted for. My mind was still reeling from the press conference earlier that morning, but I kept my focus locked on my duties.Just as I turned to step onto the bus, a white car pulled up near the curb. The passenger door opened, and Chloe stepped out, wearing a bright smile and holding a small travel bag."Bella!" she called out, waving her hand as she walked over.I paused, forcing a warm, natural smile onto my face. "Chloe? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting your friends for lunch.""I was, but Nikolai forgot his vitamins and his favorite travel pillow on the kitc
Bella POVMy eyes burned as I pulled into the team facility parking lot just before eight in the morning. I hadn't slept a single minute. Every time I had closed my eyes back at the estate, all I could feel was the intense heat of Nikolai’s hands on my waist and the rough, desperate sound of his breath against my neck.I adjusted the jacket of my dark business suit in the rearview mirror, checking my face one last time. I looked cool, crisp, and professional. Nobody looking at me would ever guess that a few hours ago, I was pinned against a counter by my sister’s fiancé.I grabbed my tablet, pulled my shoulders back, and walked straight inside toward the media room.The space was already humming with activity. Local reporters, sports journalists, and camera crews were setting up their gear, filling the rows of chairs in front of the podium. This press conference was supposed to introduce me as the team’s new executive manager and address the upcoming road trip, but everyone in the roo
Nikolai POVThe metal handle rattled a second time, louder this time, sending a cold spike of panic straight through the air between us.Bella’s hands gripped my shoulders so tight her nails bit into my skin. Her dark eyes were wide, fixed on the lock, every drop of color drained from her face. If Chloe walked in right now—if she saw her sister pinned against the counter with my arms wrapped around her waist and my eyes glowing red—everything we were trying to build would shatter into pieces. The contract, the deal, the protection for her family. All of it would go down the drain."Bella?" Chloe’s voice came through the thick panel again, light and innocent. "Is someone in there with you?"Bella opened her mouth, but her throat locked up. She couldn't speak. She couldn't even breathe.I had to fix this right now.I lifted Bella off the edge of the counter, setting her feet down quietly on the floor. I shoved my red eyes back under control, burying the demon deep inside my chest until
Nikolai POVThe puck slammed against the glass with a loud crack, echoing through the cold, empty arena. I didn't stop to take a breath. I reached down, pulled another puck toward my skates, and took another hard floor.It was nearly one in the morning, but going to my room was pointless. Every time I tried to close my eyes, her scent filled my chest. It was drifting through the vents from the top floor where the staff offices were. She was still up working on the team schedule, and her dark, rainy scent was driving my inner demon completely crazy.I hit three more pucks into the net, my arms burning, sweat dripping off my chin. The ice was tore up around my skates, but the work wasn't doing anything to cool the fire under my skin.I looked up at the glass office overlooking the rink. The lights were still on.I glided over to the bench, unlaced my skates with quick movements, and threw on a plain shirt and gym pants. I didn't plan on talking to her. I told myself I was just going to







