All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sabrina’s POVI felt different afterwards; changed, not just emotionally but physically too. My body was still humming, my thighs aching with a strange, phantom sensation as though something was still flowing between them even though there was nothing there. My imagination, no doubt, was still playing tricks after the intense pleasure of the night. Jace and I had stayed curled up together for hours, watching the moon cast silver patterns across the windowpane, its glow flickering against his bare shoulders.“Poor Simon,” Jace murmured, kissing the back of my head because I was lying with my back to him. His tone was teasing but edged with sarcasm. “I hope he doesn’t get agitated when he finds out you let me make love to you instead of him.”“Don’t say that,” I whispered, embarrassed. I’d managed to forget Simon for a split second, and Jace had brought him rushing back. Now the guilt slid under my ribs again like a blade. “Simon’s a good guy. It’s just… I don’t really feel connected to

Sabrina's POVThe morning just got better. I couldn't believe I was now a car owner, not just of any car, but the latest Benz! I wanted to scream my lungs out and maybe yell from the balcony, but I couldn't. I didn't want Mr Harrington to see me that way, not especially now that he likes me already. The weight of maintaining composure pressed against my chest like a physical thing."Well, congratulations to you, Sabrina," Jace replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Something flickered there; was it jealousy? Concern? I couldn't quite place it, and that uncertainty twisted in my stomach.I stood up and excused myself. I was going to call Simon; he deserved it. I couldn't just text a 'thank you'; that would be unwise and cold. He'd just gifted me a car, for God's sake."Excuse me, I have to call someone." I stood up without waiting for an approval nod from Jace and Scott. The morning air hit my skin as I moved to the other part of the balcony, crisp and clean, carrying the fai

Sabrina's POVI froze. Dante was the last person I expected to see at my door. I mean, I knew he'd come back eventually, but I'd completely forgotten about him in the chaos of everything else; forgotten that he might do something crazy to get to Skye."Yes? What the hell do you want?" I kept my voice calm but cold, trying desperately to mask my fear and the way my hands trembled behind the door.He just stood there staring at me from behind his shades, chewing gum. From the way his jaw worked, I could tell the flavour had long since faded."I'm here to see Skye. We have an appointment for today." His smirk suggested he had something up his sleeve. The men he'd brought with him looked around, probably checking to see if Jace or anyone else who could intimidate him was nearby."You must be high on cheap drugs, and it's clearly getting to your head. What the hell makes you think you can come here and take my sister? She doesn't want you here!" I barked, and he laughed so loud I could see

Sabrina's POV"Spicy, just to inform you that we are doing all we can to expose whoever was behind this. The FBI is working closely with the management to investigate the incident. Please take all the time you need to rest and refresh; your spot will still be waiting for you whenever you are ready to return. No one does it like you. Lady B."I stared at the message until the words blurred together, my vision clouded by tears that wouldn't stop falling. For days now, I'd been crying, my eyes swollen into slits, my throat raw and aching from the sobs I couldn't control. My door had stayed locked for days, and the outside world felt like a distant, hostile place I couldn't face.Reading the comments on the Wexford Gist Corner only made it worse. Each word felt like a stone thrown at my chest.Some were crucifying me: "So Sabrina Brooks, the school's saint, is a stripper?!""This girl really fooled everyone with that innocent face.""Imagine writing exams during the day and dancing nake

Sabrina's POVWhat strength did I have left to cry? I had exhausted all the strength I had, and I was still not done. I was stuck between breaking down in class or moving forward to face the panel, which was waiting for me like a vulture waiting for prey. The disciplinary committee were usually harsh with scholarship students; they were sometimes biased in their judgement, and sometimes they ruled with favouritism. If it was a dispute settlement, they ruled in favour of the privileged student. This was how Wexford had been operating for decades, and right now, my case was not an exception, because Alice already wanted me out of the school, and Jace, or maybe Simon, would testify against me and make them take harsh action against me.With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, I picked up my bag and headed to the boardroom, each step heavier than the last. As soon as I arrived, I stood for a second before I opened the door. The panel were all seated with their glasses on the bridge of the