All Chapters of Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

TALIA'S POVZeke laughed, his eyes traveling up and down Mira’s body as if wondering who the hell she was.“Mira, I don’t think you should be here. Please just leave,” I whispered. I might hate her guts, but I definitely didn’t want other people dragged into my mess. It was more than enough trouble already, so it was best I sorted this myself. “You are not listening, Mira. Just go!” I pushed, trying to convince her.She turned to me with a smile. “I might not like you, but there is no way I will let these fools think they can harass a woman.” Then she faced Zeke. “One thing I never do is repeat myself, so how about you hand over all the videos, and things don’t have to get ugly.”“Just hand over the video to her, Zeke. She is a bit crazy. Hand it over and we will figure something out later,” Bambi hissed in his ear, not so quietly, since I heard her clearly. “Just give it to her already!”“Stop being ridiculous, Bambi.” Zeke shoved her away a little. “We went through so much to get th

TALIA'S POV“Maxton.” I called out his name, my eyes widening in shocked outrage, as if I had just seen a ghost. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him here this early in the morning.He wore his usual casual look as he studied me from head to toe. After thinking hard about what to say, I finally blurted out, “What are you doing here so early?”I glanced at my watch and realized it wasn’t early at all. It was almost 2 p.m. 2 freaking p.m.! I had this habit of staying up all night when something bothered me, then sleeping through the morning and oversleeping into the afternoon.I let out a sigh, brushing my fingers through my hair as I searched for the right words before finally blurting out, “What do you want?”He didn’t answer. Instead, he shoved past me and walked into the room like he owned the place. He settled on the couch opposite my bed and gestured for me to sit down.I sighed again and sat on the edge of the bed. A quick glance at the mirror showed just how messy I looked. I ran my

TALIA'S POVI blamed myself over and over again because, honestly, what was I doing? One minute I swore to stay as far away from him as possible, and the next he had me pinned against the wall in my hotel room, his hands exploring every curve of my body. His fingers wandered to places I knew they shouldn’t, but the worst part was that I enjoyed every second of it.I wanted to push boundaries. I loved the taste of his lips on mine. I was addicted to his intoxicating, manly scent. I loved how his fingers explored me down there, how his thumb drew slow circles around my clit, and how his fingers slid in and out of me, making my orgasm build.I had never had anyone touch me there before; he was the first, and I didn’t regret it. I even relished it. Now he was asking me a question that sent even more heat rushing through me. My body clenched around his fingers as soon as he whispered it in my ear.I wanted to know what it felt like to be fully explored there, even though I was shy. But my

MAXTON'S POVWhat?” I muttered under my breath. It was like I couldn’t hear her properly. What the hell was wrong with her? “What did you just say? Fuck each other out of our systems? What are you even talking about?” I asked the big question mark practically dangling in the air as I searched her eyes desperately for answersShe rolled her eyes, letting out a small smirk as she tried to wear her confident expression while looking me directly in the eyes “don’t play ignorant with me Maxton, you heard exactly what I said!” She let out a sigh running her fingers through her hair before saying “there’s really no point having this conversation with you, I am going to the bathroom now. Kindly leave before I come out.”I scoffed, desperate to know if I had heard her right. “Wait, so what is your plan? Everything that happened between us, you are just going to roll it up in a big box labeled ‘mistake’ and throw it away? You are really going to pretend this didn’t happen, or blame it on some k

‎ONE MONTH AND A WEEK LATERTALIA POV‎‎"What do you think we are going to wear to prom? I have been trying to design the perfect dress, but none of my ideas are working," Deej asked as soon as I joined her on the bleachers, taking off my skating shoe.‎‎I had been skating for the past hours, practicing extra hard for the semi-finals of the upcoming tournament. I had a lot of catching up to do. I arrived from New York one month ago, and it has been non-stop missed practices and assignments. Exhausting, to say the least.‎‎"You need to chill, Deej. Prom isn't for another five months," Chris said, while I let out a small laugh.‎‎"Ugh, don't be ridiculous, Chris," Deej said, rolling her eyes. "Everyone knows I love to plan for important events way ahead of time. I don't care if prom is still months away, I am going to start preparing now.‎‎"Fuck," I groaned in relief as I finally took off my skating shoes. My legs were sore, and it felt like I had a thousand blisters. I gently mas