All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sabrina's POVI shoved the envelope back into her arms and covered it with her other hand, creating a barrier between me and that cold piece of metal that represented everything I refused to become."I made a mistake twice." My voice came out steady despite the tremor running through my body. "The first was accepting to shake my butt in the club as a stripper to take care of Ami's surgery. The second one was accepting to poison Jace because of a vengeful heart and a hundred thousand dollars." I locked eyes with her, making sure she understood every word. "I am not about to make a third one."I stood up and walked out, leaving Bree sitting there on my bed surrounded by my fashion casualties and her terrible advice. My feet carried me to the balcony on autopilot, and as soon as I stepped outside, the cold afternoon breeze hit my face like a slap of reality. It was a strange mixture; the sun warming my skin while the wind cooled it, creating this uncomfortable in-between sensation that m

Sabrina's POVThere was something fishy about Nico's entire performance, like watching a snake shed its skin in real time. One minute, he was all soft eyes and sweet words; the next, I'd catch something flickering across his face that made my blood run cold. Desperation. Hunger. Something darker lurked beneath the romantic dinner facade, like rot under fresh paint.I held onto the phone, my thumb hovering over the delete button, my mind racing through scenarios like a chess player three moves ahead. If I had deleted everything, the nightmare would have ended here. Clean break. Walk away free. But if I didn't... if I handed it back without touching those files... it would give Nico false hope that there might be something between us.The weight of that choice felt heavier than the gun strapped to my thigh."So what happens if I hand over the phone to you without deleting the photos and video evidence?" I asked, watching his face carefully for tells.His eyes lit up as I'd just offered

Jace's POV The hot water cascaded down my body, washing away the sweat and tension from practice, but doing nothing to ease the knot in my chest. Something felt off. I couldn't explain it, couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was, but somewhere deep in my gut, I knew Sabrina was distressed. I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, moving quickly. My heart raced, not with the excitement of seeing her, but with an urgency I couldn't quite name. Like I was running out of time for something I didn't even know was happening. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, steam following me into the bedroom, I started pulling on clothes: dark jeans and a crisp button-down shirt that Sabrina had once said made my eyes look "unfairly blue". I was mid-button when Scott walked in carrying the takeout bag I'd sent him to pick up. "Here you go, mate." He held up the bag, but his voice sounded strained and tight. "Do you want me to serve it in the dining room, hand it over to Stephen, or do yo

Sabrina's POV I woke up with a crick in my neck and mascara smudged across my pillowcase, physical evidence of the disaster that was last night. I'd fallen asleep waiting for Jace, my phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline that never pulled me to safety. The morning light streaming through my window felt too bright, too cheerful for the wreckage I felt inside. But I couldn't just lie in bed, drowning in my thoughts. So I did what I always did when my mind was too loud: I cleaned. The kitchen was Bree's domain, her favourite place to be when she needed to think or decompress. I wiped down surfaces that were already clean, reorganised cabinets that didn't need reorganising, and scrubbed the sink until it gleamed like new. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from replaying that kiss over and over again. I was elbow-deep in cleaning the oven, because apparently I'd gone full Monica Geller in my anxiety when my phone started buzzing on the counter. Not just once or twice, but

Damien’s POVI woke up on the floor with a crick in my neck that felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to my spine.My eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the study windows. Everything hurt: my back, my shoulders, my pride. Why the hell was I on the floor?Then I felt it. Warmth. Softness. The distinct scent of vanilla and something floral that had haunted my dreams for years.I turned my head slightly and froze.Aria was pressed against me, her back to my chest, my arm somehow draped over her waist, our legs tangled together like we'd done this a thousand times before. We were practically spooning. On the floor of my dead father's study. Like some kind of tragic rom-com where the characters were too stupid to realise they'd fallen asleep together.Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.My brain immediately went into crisis mode. How did this happen? When did this happen? More importantly, how did I extract myself without waking her up an