All Chapters of My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

ISABELLAAs soon as we entered the shopping complex, I was hit by the cold air from the air-conditioning circulating through the large space. I should have brought a jacket.The place was as massive as Logan’s company building, but instead of work desks and tired employees, it was covered in dresses I was sure had price tags that could leave me bankrupt and scratching for income for years to come.Every shopper here looked like they had it all figured out. They were dressed to the latest fashion trends, their faces painted to perfection, and their shoes probably cost more than my last three months of rent combined. There were young ladies walking alone, some in groups, and others clinging to the arms of their partners. All of them dressed to the nines and looked effortlessly beautiful.Meanwhile, I looked like I had just stepped out of a magazine from the seventies.I shook my head and gave myself a silent reprimand.I could get used to this place. Probably. Maybe. Okay, not really,

ISABELLAMonday mornings had always been an enemy of mine, but this one felt like a declaration of war. I stood in front of my cracked bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection with the kind of suspicion usually reserved for strangers in dark alleys.I looked too polished, and too prepared. My still bleached hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place, and my brown eyes normally sharp, looked almost hesitant. It didn’t suit me.I adjusted the cuffs of my blazer for the fifth time, smoothing down the fabric like it might protest and walk away from me.The sharp click of my heels on the wooden floor echoed as I paced back to the door. I inhaled slowly, held it, and then exhaled through my nose.I can do this, and yet, as soon as I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, reality slammed into me like an eighteen-wheeler with no brakes.My body sagged against the doorframe, my fingers curling tight around the cold brass handle. I shouldn’t be doing this. I cou

LOGANI should’ve known Isabella wouldn’t make it easy. She rarely did. That was half the damn thrill of it.When she agreed to dinner, I managed to play it cool, but in truth, it settled something restless in me. She was stubborn. She didn’t just say yes.If you knew anything about Isabella, it was that you never told her what to do. You had to let her get there on her own, in her own time, even if it made you want to drive your fist through a wall while you waited.And now she was sitting next to me in the car, legs crossed, tapping her fingers against her thigh like she was counting down the minutes until she changed her mind.I pulled open the passenger door for her like some gentleman, an act I rarely bothered with, and she froze mid-step. Her brows lifted, those sharp brown eyes catching me in the act.“Oh,” she murmured, biting the inside of her cheek. “You do know how to open a door. Here I thought the rich had people for that.”I smirked, ignoring the urge to tug on the loose

ISABELLA“Are you kidding me?” Logan muttered, shifting in his seat as he put the car in park. His hand drummed against the steering wheel, his gaze flicking from me to the cracked sidewalk, to the group of young men loitering by the entrance to my building.One of them took a long drag from a cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly, the kind of slow that said what the hell are you going to do about it.I unbuckled my seatbelt. “What?” I asked, reaching for my purse that sat between my feet like an obedient dog.The leather was cold against my fingertips, worn thin at the handles from too much gripping.Logan didn’t answer immediately. He just kept watching them. It was the same look he got on the ice when he was about to slam someone into the boards, all intensity and controlled violence. Don't ask me how I got to know that. Maybe I had watched him play sometimes, and he was damn good. A fucking unit.Finally, he turned back to me. “How the hell are you living here?”I shrugged, lif