All Chapters of The Hockey player's submissive professor : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JUNO HAYESI watched him turn his back on me and walk away. I just stood there — humiliated, hurt — my chest tight and my eyes stinging. I tilted my head up, blinking fast at the ceiling lights, trying to hold it together.After a few seconds of pretending I could, I turned and hurried out. Out of the room. Out the double doors. Down the stone steps — two at a time.I knew I should’ve waited for Lorelei, at least said goodbye. That would’ve been the polite thing to do. But right then, I didn’t care about being polite. I just wanted to leave — to go somewhere I could fall apart.Yes, I was the one who wanted it to end. The lies. The secrecy. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. It hurt so much.By the time I pulled open my car door, slid inside, and started the ignition, the first tear slipped down my cheek. Then another. Then all of them.It was clear now.I had fallen deeply in love with Rhett.I’d been too blind to see it before. The signs had been there all along. Even before I k

JUNO HAYES“…And I ended it two days ago in my office. Then today I went over there, and I don’t know, seeing that he had gotten over me so quickly, kind of hit me hard, I guess.”The words felt small, pathetic. I wanted to swallow them back, but they hung in the air between us like smoke.Adrian leaned back against the headboard, jaw tight. His hand dragged through his hair, slow and rough. “So that’s it, huh? That’s the great Rhett Voss?” he said finally, his tone sharp. “The golden boy everyone worships, spoiled, arrogant, gets whatever he wants. I should’ve guessed.”“Adrian…”“No, let me finish,” he cut in, his voice low but heated. “You really think that guy gives a damn about you? He’s probably just pissed he couldn’t keep you under his thumb. Men like him, they collect women, they don’t love them.”Something in me snapped. “You don’t know him,” I said quietly, but there was steel under it.Adrian laughed, bitter, humorless. “Oh, I know his type. Born with money, fame, power. T

JUNO HAYESTwo weeks later“…and make sure you submit your rehab case studies before next Wednesday. Late work will not be graded.”I capped my marker and turned toward the class, expecting at least half of them to be pretending to listen. Instead, a ripple of whispers and soft laughter broke across the back row.I frowned. “Is there something funny about injury recovery?”No answer, just a few heads bent lower, and the glow of a tablet screen lighting up their faces.Oh for God’s sake.I planted one hand on my hip. “Whoever’s brave enough to be distracted in my class can share what’s so important with everyone else.”Still nothing. Just more muffled giggles.Fine.I crossed the room, heels clicking against the tile. As I got closer, I caught snippets of what the girls were saying.“He’s so handsome.”“Look at the way he skates…my God, I'll go on my knees for this man.” “Ewww Angela,” “What Penelope, like you wouldn't do it too,”“Hehe, you're right,” “Rhett Voss is literally perfe

“Drink, drink, drink!”The chant rolled through the exclusive night club, voices bouncing off the walls, glasses clinking, lights flashing too bright. Malachi was in the middle of it, swallowing his twelfth shot like a champ. The second he slammed the glass down, the room erupted, cheers, claps, back slaps, someone whistling loud enough to pierce through the music.“You're a beast, man,” Jake said, wrapping his arm around Malachi’s thick neck. The guy actually blushed as he looked at Jake, cheeks flushed from booze or maybe from Jake himself.Watching them, I wondered how Jake couldn’t see it. How he couldn’t tell that Malachi liked him. Though, who could blame him? Jake was as straight as they come, straighter than an arrow and of course, he thought Malachi was too.Malachi wasn’t out. Not even close. In our world, being a pro athlete and being gay was like skating on cracked ice, one wrong move, and you’re done. Sure, it’s the twenty-first century and all that, but acceptance in spo

“...Master why don't you look happy, I dressed beautifully for you, I've been at all your games, I've watched you, it was so hot that I was wet throughout the game but you never even looked my way,” Emma said, her voice breaking into a strange mix of laughter and sobs. “I was right there, cheering for you, screaming your name. I even wore your number on my shirt like the old days.”Her hands trembled as she brushed her hair behind her ear, her lipstick smeared, eyes glossy and unblinking. “I’ve been good, Master. I swear I have. I took my meds, I listened to the doctors, I even did everything they told me. I prayed for you every night. I just wanted to make you proud.”She took a shaky step forward. “But you never came. Not even once in five years. You didn’t even write.” Her smile faltered, and her voice dropped into a whisper. “Do you have any idea how that feels? To be locked away… and still love you so much it hurts to breathe?”Rhett just stared at her. His pulse thudded, jaw tig