Todos los capítulos de The Hockey player's submissive professor : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

JUNO HAYES“...That’s so funny, Adrian,” Cassie said, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder. He sat next to her at the dining table, laughing softly. I just sat there, hands wrapped around my coffee cup, letting its warmth soak into my cold fingers. Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment too long, and though he didn’t touch her or do anything suspicious, the sight still made something twist in my chest.Last night, after I’d gone upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed replaying what I’d seen, I decided to push it aside. Maybe it was just my tired brain acting up again—too much thinking about Rhett, too much doubting everything between me and Adrian because of Nina. My mind had a way of creating storms out of passing clouds. Still, the image of Cassie and Adrian together clung to me like smoke I couldn’t wave away.They’d been in the living room for hours even after I’d gone to bed. Adrian hadn’t joined me until almost twelve. I wanted to snap, to ask why he’d let Cassie s

Juno and Callum stepped out of the café together. His arm rested comfortably around her shoulders, while his other hand held her handbag.He gave a faint smile. “This must really be bothering you, for you to let me have my arm around you like this,” Callum teased.Juno glanced at his hand draped over her shoulder, as if only just noticing it.She wrinkled her nose. “Yuck,” she said, though her tone was half-hearted and playful, and she quickly pulled his arm away.Callum chuckled. “I knew it was too good to last.”Juno rolled her eyes, smirking. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”They made their way back to the wellness center, the late afternoon sun slanting through the glass windows, painting golden stripes across the polished floor. Callum still had that teasing half-smile on his face, but Juno could tell his mind was somewhere else, hers definitely was.As they entered the hallway, Callum’s tone dropped low. “We’ll start small, okay? Maybe check Cassie’s messages, her behavior pa

JUNO HAYESI turned to look at Callum for the tenth time in a row now, then down at his grip on the steering wheel. It was tight, like he wanted to squeeze the life out of it. Poor steering wheel.And that wasn’t all. He was quiet. Too quiet. It was so un-Callum-like that it started to make me uneasy.I sighed. “Okay, let it out. What’s wrong?”He glanced at me, his brow creasing before his eyes flicked back to the road.“What do you mean?”He actually looked confused. Like, genuinely confused.“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said, tilting my head. “You’ve been pretty silent since we said goodbye to Emma. You only spoke when you insisted on driving.”He didn’t answer. Just kept his eyes locked on the road ahead.When I thought I wasn’t going to get a word out of him, he muttered something under his breath. It sounded like Emma.That name dragged my thoughts back to a few minutes ago and to how grateful I was that she wasn’t badly hurt. She’d even been nice about it, which was wild considering

JUNO HAYESWe finally sat down at the dining table, the air smelled of delicious foods. My stomach rumbled involuntarily, despite the adrenaline from thr car chae still buzzing in my veins.Cassie had apparently taken over the kitchen with Adrian’s help. There were roasted chicken legs glazed with honey and mustard, a steaming dish of mashed potatoes with little flecks of chives, a salad with what looked like cranberries and walnuts, and a loaf of fresh bread that made my mouth water.“Wow,” I said. “This smells amazing.”“Thanks, Mom!” Cassie said brightly, sliding a plate in front of me. “We figured dinner would be better than whatever boring takeout you were planning.”I glanced at Adrian, who was serving himself quietly, his sleeves rolled up and a faint smudge of flour on his cheek. He smiled at me politely. “Cassie insisted, so I helped.”Callum, seated to my right, picked up a fork but didn’t start eating immediately. His eyes were scanning the room, and I could see the tension

JUNO HAYESI watched them from the window Adrian opened the car door for Cassie, and she slipped inside with a smile that made my stomach twist. The door shut, and for a few seconds, he looked straight at me through the glass. He wasn’t smiling, but there was satisfaction in his eyes, a dark, knowing kind.I had brought the devil into my home without realizing it, and he had corrupted my daughter right under my nose.He turned away, climbed into the driver’s seat, and I watched as the car rolled down the driveway and disappeared into the night. My chest tightened with every second until I could barely breathe.“You need to calm down, Juno. You ..” Callum started, but I spun around, trembling with rage.“Calm down? Calm down? He slept with her, and now she’s brainwashed…”I stopped myself mid-sentence. Why was I even explaining this? He’d seen it all.I stormed toward the dining table where I’d dropped my purse.“Juno, what are you doing?” Callum asked behind me.I didn’t answer. I yan