Semua Bab LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ronan's POV Maya's lips were soft and desperate against mine, and I was drowning in the taste of her. Every rational thought I'd ever had about professional boundaries and appropriate conduct vanished the moment she melted into my arms. This was insanity. Complete, career-ending insanity. But holding her felt like coming home after years of being lost. "Maya," I whispered against her mouth, my hands tangling in her dark hair. "Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure," she breathed back, her fingers clutching the front of my t-shirt like I was her lifeline. "I've never been more sure of anything." I pulled back slightly to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from our kiss, but her eyes were clear and determined despite the tears that had dried on her skin. "You're upset," I said gently, fighting every instinct that was screaming at me to carry her to my bedroom. "You're hurting. I don't want you to do something you'll regret tomorrow." "The only thing I regre

Maya's POV My heart stopped when I heard Dean Matthews' voice through the bathroom door. I pressed my back against the wall, my hands shaking as I tried to control my breathing. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. "Miss Rivers, I know you're here. You might as well come out. We need to talk." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to escape. Through the thin bathroom door, I could hear every word of the conversation between Dean Matthews and Ronan. Someone had seen me come here. Someone had called the Dean. Someone was trying to destroy us both. "She's not here," I heard Ronan say, but his voice sounded strained and desperate. "Professor Whitmore, lying will only make this worse for both of you," Dean Matthews replied coldly. "I have security footage, witness reports, and physical evidence. The best thing you can do now is cooperate." Physical evidence? What physical evidence? My perfume. Oh God, he could smell my perfume in the apartment

Lyra's POVI stared at my phone screen, watching the delivered notification appear under my final message to Maya. A satisfied smile spread across my lips as I imagined her reading those words, seeing those photos, finally understanding just how completely I had her trapped. It had been almost too easy.Following Maya from campus to Professor Ronan's apartment building had been child's play. The girl was so caught up in her own drama, so blinded by tears and heartbreak, that she never even noticed me trailing behind her in the shadows. She'd been too busy running away from her problems to pay attention to her surroundings.Amateur mistake.I'd positioned myself across the street with a perfect view of the apartment building entrance, my phone camera ready. The first photo, Maya walking into the building looking desperate and disheveled had been a gift. Clear lighting, perfect angle, her face completely visible. Evidence that couldn't be disputed.Then I'd waited. And waited. Watching

Maya's POVTwenty-four hours. That's all the time I had left before Lyra would destroy everything.I sat on my dorm bed, staring at my phone as the hours ticked by. Eighteen hours now. The blackmail photos were still there in my messages, mocking me with their existence. Me entering Ronan's apartment building. Me leaving disheveled and emotional. Each image was a weapon pointed directly at the heart of everyone I cared about.My stomach churned as I imagined those photos splashed across social media with Lyra's cruel hashtags: #ProfessorPet #SlutLikeMotherLikeDaughter. The humiliation would be unbearable, but that wasn't even the worst part. Ronan would lose his job, his reputation, everything he'd worked for. And Jaxon... God, what would this do to him? To his family? To the pack?"Maya, you've been sitting there for hours," Mia said gently, settling beside me on the bed. "You haven't eaten anything today. What's going on?"I forced a smile that felt like it might crack my face in ha

Maya's POV The student center was packed with bodies, music thumping through speakers while students danced and laughed around me. Colored lights flashed across faces I recognized from classes, transforming familiar people into strangers in the pulsing darkness. The air was thick with perfume, cologne, and the nervous energy of college kids trying to have fun.I stood frozen just inside the entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape. This was it. The moment I'd been dreading for twenty-four hours was finally here.My hands trembled as I scanned the crowd, looking for my targets. For the two men whose hearts I was about to shatter to save their futures."Maya!"I turned to see Jaxon pushing through the crowd toward me, his face lighting up with relief and hope. He looked devastatingly handsome in his dark jeans and fitted black shirt, his hair slightly tousled like he'd been running his hands through it. The sight of him made my chest ache with