The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Sabrina's POVI sat at the balcony of our apartment, fingers tracing the rusted iron railing that had once gleamed silver in the afternoon sun. It was nothing fancy, but good enough to see above the roofs of old houses and the jampacked road below, where cars honked endlessly like a discordant symphony. The balcony's door had always been locked; it had been like that since our parents moved out of the house, leaving behind more than just furniture and dust. They left behind fragments of a life we used to know, pieces of a family that once felt whole.This used to be our safe space, our sanctuary from the world. We would all stay here and watch the sunset while we shared tacos, the smell of cilantro and lime mixing with the evening breeze. Mom would tell stories about her childhood in Mexico, Dad would crack terrible jokes that only Ami found funny, and Skye would pretend to be annoyed but I could always see the smile tugging at her lips. Those were the last memories before my family fe

Sabrina's POVThe kiss wasn't the type an angry man would give; it was full of passion and love, and before I knew what was happening, my gown was pooled on the floor like silk water. We kissed until he lifted me and placed me gently on the bed, his hands reverent as if I were something precious, something worth treasuring."Jace, you're drunk..." I started to protest, but he didn't even let me finish my statement before lifting me, positioning me carefully on the bed and continuing his trail of kisses down my neck."Let me do my thing..." he said calmly, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he continued kissing every part of my body that would make me jerk and gasp. His touch was deliberate, purposeful, as if he'd memorised a map of every place that made me come alive."But you're drunk. Are you sure you want this?" I asked again, my voice barely a whisper, knowing fully well what the answer would be. Part of me needed to hear him say it, needed the reassurance that this wasn't

Sabrina's POV"Come on, we're not spending the entire day in this hotel," Jace announced after I'd ended Nico's call, his voice cutting through the fog of dread that had settled over me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the pool, water cascading off our bodies. "I want to show you the city. The real New York, not just the parts you've seen."I wanted to protest, to tell him I needed time to think, to process Nico's threat. But the look in his eyes, so full of excitement and hope, made me swallow my words. Maybe one perfect day wouldn't hurt. Maybe I deserved this before everything came crashing down."Let me at least get dressed first," I said with a small laugh, wrapping a towel around myself."Make it quick. We've got a whole city to conquer."Two hours later, we were walking down Fifth Avenue, and I felt like I'd stepped into a different world. Jace was dressed casually in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that showed off his athletic build, but even in simple clothes, peo

Sabrina's POVI spent the entire weekend with Jace before we resumed school together. He didn't leave me out of his sight for a single second, not because he was overbearing, but because he didn't want me to think or do anything stupid to myself. The weight of everything that had happened still pressed against my chest like a stone, and he knew it. He only left when he absolutely had to go for practice, but even then, he made sure to leave me in Marose's care at the farmhouse until he returned."You know you don't have to do this," I told him one afternoon, my voice small and uncertain like a puppy seeking reassurance. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek. "I told you I'll be fine.""Well, until I'm sure of your words, then I can believe you," he murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my temple. "But for now, I cannot risk you crying your eyes out when I'm not there. I need you to rest very well and eat until there's no

Sabrina's POVThe phone buzzed against my nightstand like an angry hornet, vibrating so persistently that ignoring it was no longer an option. I groaned, turning over in my sheets, the silk cool against my bare legs as I reached for the device with eyes still half-closed."Oh lord! Who is calling me at this time of the morning?" My voice came out rough and scratchy from sleep. Through squinted eyes, I caught sight of the clock: 6:00 AM on a Saturday. The numbers glowed accusingly in the dim light filtering through my curtains.Unknown number.My thumb hovered over the decline button, but something – instinct, dread, curiosity – made me answer instead."Hello, good morning." The words came out in my bedroom voice, soft and drowsy, calm as a dove just waking."Ever true, voice as calm as a dove." The familiar tone slithered through the speaker, and my entire body went rigid. "Good morning, my angel. I hope you dreamt of me."I jerked upright so fast the room spun. My heart slammed again