Chapter 11 (Valentina's POV)"Come on Valey! He sent you those notes he promised. So what if he was teasing you? After all, I would say you signed up for this yourself. Stop putting him and the whole team through hell because his mouth got the better of him. And honestly, it's not like you are different in that department. How many times did your fast tongue get you into trouble?"When Anabelle was scolding me she did it perfectly and did not miss a beat.And I know she had a point, but still, I was not ready to just forgive him.Also, I had to remind myself more and more that I was supposed to hate him, and that was not a good sign. Not at all.Why was it so hard to hate him? And don't you dare think about me developing any kind of mushy feelings for him! Because I am not. At least I was telling myself that regularly.He was a smoking-hot guy. I knew that and he knew it as well, the weird part though was he never used it to his advantage. I watched him at games, at practice, and when

Chapter 13 (Valentina's POV)I woke up feeling too hot for an early morning.Now the fact that I was hot was weird enough. I am one of those people that are cold in all seasons. Even in the summertime my feet and hands were cold.But the weirdness didn't stop there. As I tried to move something heavy stopped all my movements.What the actual fuck?When I tried to open my eyes my head started pounding like I was hosting a drumming contest.Let's count now.I was feeling hot, I couldn't move, and I had a headache. You can understand why I was getting irritated right?Suddenly that weight behind me moved and something poked me in my lower back. It was starting to be a bit more clear what was happening.The good part was that I was still fully clothed as it seems.But still, I had to remember what happened yesterday.I remember the boys made a whole show while apologizing, I forgave them, and we were drinking wine and having fun.Somewhere in the middle of all that the memories started to

Chapter 15 (Valentina's POV)Now hold on for a second.How do I manage to end up in this kind of position every few hours?I had no awkward run-ins in so many years, but then this infuriating man comes along and here I am in a compromising position for the third time in a matter of days. Well in a matter of minutes since the last time to be exact.But damn do his lips feel good. And he knows what he is doing as well.Oh, Valentina you stupid girl. Of course, he does. He is a hockey player after all.His hand was tangled in my hair but not in a painful way, and I couldn't help but tangle my hands in his as well. Each time his kisses started to become faint and soft I pulled on his hair so I got more action.This time though I was determined no one would disturb the action.So I pushed off him and if I said he was shocked it would be an understatement. "Get on the bed before I change my mind!" I wasn't even halfway through with my sentence when I was already locking my bedroom door. I

Chapter 17 (Valentina's POV)"Go Hawks! Get them, Nathaniel! No, no Benjamin, catch that one!"Uhm yes. That's the life of a sports reporter. Well, mine and Anabelle's because she is as loud as I am. But she mostly cheers for Seth, where I try to stay neutral. The main word in this sentence is trying.Since I and Nathaniel kind of became a thing I realized his name pops out of my mouth more often than other names.I know it's weird.But somehow I just can't hate him. I can't even pretend to hate him anymore.And he became a pretty important part of my everyday life.What he doesn't know though is that I am secretly putting every detail he tells me and I find interesting into my notes so I can turn it into that one article that would bring me a better job, that job on national television.It is backstabbing and sneaky I know, but I will tell him before I publish it.So far I have a good handle on everything but my boss is kind of pressuring me into submitting some kind of evidence that

Chapter 19 (Valentina's POV)As we approached Nathaniel's apartment started to be more and more nervous with every passing mile.We were silent the whole ride but not once did he let go of my hand which was comforting me at least a little. You probably wonder what I was worried about, but you see I never told anyone about my foster brother. Even Anabelle knew just because she was present when it happened. I never went to the cops to report him or tell my foster parents. As if they would even care. Damon was after all their only child. By blood I mean. They had him and after that, some medical problems occurred, which led to Miss. Johnson being unable to have any more kids. So they took in foster kids. But they were not the best parents, at least not to us. Damon could get away with anything. That's why I never told them about the attempted rape. Would they believe me or their golden son?And since that day I always felt kind of dirty. I thought people would judge me for what I did to