All Chapters of My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELLAThe first thing I did when I woke up was glare at the mirror. Not because of the dark circles under my eyes or the evidence of last night’s restless sleep. No, it was the faint brown strands peeking through my platinum hair.I leaned in closer, fingers brushing against the roots. They were unmistakable, betraying the color I once had before I came to America. It was strange, the way memories could be tied to something as simple as hair color. For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget.I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.”The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles

ISABELLATaking off my dress should have been easy. It wasn’t like Logan hadn’t seen me naked before. He’d seen me in ways I wouldn’t dare admit to anyone, bent over tables, pressed against walls, my legs wrapped around his waist as he had his way with me. And yet, standing here now, with his sharp blue eyes locked onto me, stripping felt like a monumental task.Maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing much underneath. No bra, just a flimsy scrap of lace in the form of a thong. I had chosen the dress for its effortless sex appeal, but now, it felt like a setup. My own damn setup.Logan leaned back against the pillows, shirtless, the sheets pooling around his waist. His gaze never wavered, his amusement clear in the upward tilt of his lips. “You taking your clothes off tonight, or are you just here to tease me?”I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m thinking about it.”His brow arched. “Thinking is overrated. Clothes off. Now.”I exhaled through my nose, stalling. “You know, maybe this

LOGANI told myself it was time to move on.Lying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling, I decided that the best way to erase someone was to overwrite them. Update the memories. Make them mean something else.So, here I was.Bringing Isabella to the same secluded field where I once thought forever was possible. Only this time, I wasn’t here to chase ghosts, I was here to bury them.The moment I parked the car and stepped out, the familiar scent of damp earth and wildflowers hit me. The soft rustling of leaves in the distance mixed with the distant chirping of crickets, setting the scene exactly as I remembered it. The wind carried the scent of pine and fresh grass, cool against my skin, as I shoved my hands into my pockets and turned to watch Isabella’s reaction.She didn’t disappoint.Her eyes widened in pure, unfiltered awe as she took in the field.The golden glow of the setting sun stretched across the horizon, illuminating the sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the breez

ISABELLAI blinked, my mind scrambling to process what I was seeing. A press conference?Here?In the very place, I worked as a glorified janitor? Of all the luxurious hotels, media centers, and high-end venues available, they had to pick this one?Of course, I reminded myself bitterly. It’s a sports centre. It makes sense.But that didn’t mean I had to like it.I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my grip on my bag. Logan hadn’t even mentioned this to me. Not a word.Not even the tiniest hint. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I wasn’t exactly someone he needed to keep in the loop. Maybe he hadn’t even thought about it, or maybe he did, and this one stung a little more, he didn’t think I was important enough to tell.I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to turn around. I needed to get out of here before my already bruised pride took another beating. I had barely made it two steps before a familiar voice reached my ears.“I don’t usually give out my number, but for you, I migh

ISABELLA I slammed the door shut behind me, throwing my bag onto my sad excuse of a beanbag chair, the poor thing barely holding together. My entire body felt like a collapsed building.Every muscle in me ached, my feet throbbed like they had their own personal vendetta, and my head? A relentless pounding drum of exhaustion and annoyance.I flopped onto my couch, sighing so deeply it felt like I was exhaling my soul.Today had been hell. A never-ending series of unfortunate, frustrating, and downright stupid events. First, the press conference that nearly made me have a panic attack because apparently, the universe thought it would be funny to remind me that my little secret affair with Logan wasn’t even important enough for him to mention to anyone.Then, of course, Ethan, Logan’s friend, who gave me the creeps for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And to top it all off, I had crashed literally into some random guy whose name I couldn’t even remember. I had smiled, joked,