All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sabrina Brooks's POVI leaned against the wall of the elevator as it ascended to my sister's ward in Saint Mercy Hospital. There were no words to describe how I felt. I was exhausted, bitter, and suffocated by a life I never chose. I was carrying too much on my shoulders, and it was slowly killing me. I couldn't even remember the last time I smiled. All I did was dance and entertain, pleasing everyone but myself.The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. I stepped out, hands buried in the pockets of my hoodie, head down so no one would notice my red, sleepless eyes. I hadn't rested at all. Last night, I had to entertain every high-paying VIP who had specifically requested me. Inside the ward, Ami lay still. My little sister. So small and pale, her fragile body wired to machines that did all the living for her. Just seven years old, and already fighting for her life. She didn't deserve any of this. Skye was at her side, curled up in a chair with her nose buried in a romance novel."R

Jace’s POVI hated it when people interrupted my sleep. It was just 7 a.m. Who the hell bangs on someone’s door that early?“Go away! Come back never!” I grumbled, eyes barely open.But it was Stephen, my father’s loyal servant.“Sir, Mr Harrington landed in New York this morning. He’s 30 minutes away from the house and has ordered breakfast with you. He’ll be at the dining table in 40 minutes.”I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. “I have a team meeting. I’ll skip breakfast. Now go away so I can catch a little more sleep before then.”“Mr Harrington said it was an order, sir,” Stephen replied, his voice echoing down the hallway.Of course it was.I cracked open one eye and instantly regretted it. My head was pounding. A nasty hangover from last night’s party after our test. Whisky. Weed. Women. Why the hell was my father back in New York? He wasn’t supposed to return until the end of the month. His sudden arrival meant only one thing: chaos. Dragging myself out of bed

Sabrina’s POV“Good morning, Bree,” I yawned as I walked to the fridge for some orange juice.“Good afternoon to you, too. It’s past 3 PM.”“Damn! I took a long nap,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes, still half-asleep.Bree paused what she was doing to look at me.“Sabrina, I just hope that one day, all this ends. Ami’s bills, dancing at the strip club… It’s taking a toll on you. You juggle so much. Do you even remember what fun feels like?”“Fun?” I scoffed. “All that matters now is Ami’s health, school, and the club. I can’t afford to get distracted. Lady B already complained that I came in late last night. If they kick me out, I’m finished. Even if I land a job at the supermarket, my pay cheque won’t cover a quarter of Ami’s hospital bills.”Bree sighed. “But seriously… when will it end? Do you plan to keep dancing forever? Maybe give love a chance? Just find a guy, any guy at all, who can help ease the burden.”“Bree,” I said sharply. “Those kinds of men are controlling, and I’m not g

Jace’s POVAt this point, Scott was a thorn in my flesh. I was up close with Spicy, our lips almost touching, and he burst in backstage like a damn hurricane.“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he huffed, catching his breath. “We have to leave now; we are running late for the games.I didn’t even blink. “Scott, can I have a moment, please? You’re my assistant, not my bodyguard.”He finally noticed her, and of course, he grinned like a damn idiot. “Hi there. You were smoking hot up there. What’s your name again? Maybe I can book you for the Timberwolves' pre-championship party. Since Jace can’t seem to keep his hands or eyes off you.”She chuckled softly, eyes still locked on mine. “I don’t do outside gigs. Sorry.”Smart. Mysterious. Untouchable.“You know what? That’s a good idea,” I said, brushing my thumb gently across her jaw before stepping back. “This is the only sensible thing you’ve said today, Scott.”“Right,” he muttered, clearly annoyed.“Can I have your

Jace’s POVI was back home against the doctor’s orders. I couldn’t stand another night in that hospital ward. The smell of disinfectant alone made my stomach churn. The ride back was quiet. Scott sat beside me, and before we were even halfway home, he was already asleep.I turned to watch him for a moment. Scott wasn’t just a friend; he was the brother I never had. Sure, sometimes he overdid things, but I knew he cared. He’d put the whole world under my feet if he could.His head tilted slightly, the breeze from the open window blowing through his hair. He hadn’t rested since the match, running up and down to make sure I was okay.Home at last.“Wake up, sleepyhead!” I tapped his shoulder lightly. He jerked up, stretching with a yawn.“No, I didn’t sleep.”“Yeah, right,” I smirked. He reached for the car door, but I stopped him.“Nope. The driver will take you home. You need to rest before your head explodes. You look exhausted.”“Nah, I’m good, man. I need to stay with you, make sure