All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jace's POV"Hey, take it easy!" Scott's voice came as both a warning and concern, but I was skipping faster than I could handle, the rope a blur in my peripheral vision. I couldn't hear anything he said because my headphones were on, and I was playing a song at the loudest volume, hoping it would drown out the thoughts screaming in my heart. It didn't work. Rather, the bass clashed with the chaos in my head, the collision making me more upset, my chest tightening with each failed attempt to silence the noise. The rubber rope slapped against the gym floor in an angry rhythm until Scott finally came and yanked the headphones off my head."What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to die of exhaustion?"The sudden absence of music left my ears ringing. I could hear my own ragged breathing now, feel the sweat dripping down my temples, and taste the salt on my upper lip."Leave me the hell alone! I thought I told you to go off for the week?" My words came out harsher than I intended,

Jace's POVIt was a calm and quiet morning, the kind that felt almost too peaceful, like the world was holding its breath. I sipped my coffee on the balcony, watching the steam curl up into the cool air, and for the first time since my existence, I was taking dark coffee with just sugar, no cream, no honey to soften the blow. It was bitter, harsh on my tongue, leaving an aftertaste that lingered long after each swallow. But it was exactly what my soul needed to stay strong. The acrid taste matched the hollowness in my chest perfectly, a physical manifestation of the emptiness I'd been carrying around like dead weight.I watched the city view sprawl before me, buildings catching the early morning light like glass towers reaching toward heaven. The streets below were just beginning to stir with life, cars moving like ants, people reduced to tiny dots from this height. My heart was distant, floating somewhere beyond my reach, untethered and lost. I was still avoiding Sabrina's calls, each

Sabrina's POV"I don't understand, Lady B. I thought you said the cops were already working on the investigation?" I sat in confusion, my fingers twisting together in my lap until my knuckles turned white. The leather chair beneath me felt cold and unwelcoming, like everything else in this office. I came to the club that day to get answers as to who spiked my drink, who turned my life into a public spectacle, and who destroyed everything I'd worked for. But the woman sitting across from me looked more interested in her manicured nails than my pain."I know how you feel, Spicy…"I cut her short before she could finish her statement, the name hitting me like a slap across the face. That name had done me more harm than good; it had become a brand, a scarlet letter I couldn't scrub off no matter how hard I tried. I didn't want to be addressed as such ever again. That name belonged to someone else now, someone I was trying desperately to leave behind."Please, do not call me that." My voic

Sabrina's POVI froze for a few seconds, my mind scrambling to form a coherent sentence, but the words tangled on my tongue like twisted thread. I was stuttering, my mouth opening and closing uselessly as I struggled to compose even the simplest explanation. And there he was, standing in front of me like a wall I couldn't scale. I searched his face desperately, drinking in every familiar detail I'd memorised over the past months. His eyes, those same eyes that used to light up whenever I entered a room, still held a burning desire for me, but the flame had dimmed considerably. Now, it flickered with a volatile mixture of pain, disappointment, and love. I couldn't tell which emotion was winning the battle, and that uncertainty terrified me more than anything.The warm afternoon air felt suddenly suffocating against my skin."Simon… I've been trying to reach you. You've been ignoring me.""Have I now?" His voice was cold and detached, like he was speaking to a stranger rather than the w

Jace's POVI was glad when my presence and my words dried the tears in her eyes. At that moment, all I saw was a woman who had sacrificed herself for family, and she was exactly the kind of woman I wanted by my side, not the ones my father was trying to shove down my throat. As she placed her head against my chest, I felt peace, the kind no woman had ever given me. Her warmth seeped through my shirt, and I could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat gradually slowing, syncing with mine."Are you sure about what you're asking me?" Her lips curled in a flirty way, caught somewhere between lost desires and disbelief. The natural sunlight above cast a glow across her face, making her eyes shimmer with unshed tears and something else: hope, perhaps."Yes, I want you to be mine forever," I said firmly as I pulled her in closer, breathing in the faint scent of vanilla mixed with hospital antiseptic that clung to her hair."I don't know what to say right now. I mean, my mind isn't in the ri