All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sabrina’s POVI was still on my knees. The carpet pressed into my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the crushing weight in my chest, the gnawing panic twisting my stomach into knots. Surely there had to be something, anything at all, that could be done. I didn’t know what it was, but I was clinging to the desperate hope that Lady B might have one more solution hidden up her sleeve.“Is there anything else I can do?” My voice cracked as I looked up at her. “I mean… anything at all?”“Look, Spicy,” she said with a slow shake of her head, “I don’t know how else or where else you intend to raise $2.5 million. That’s almost impossible.”Her voice was calm, but the words hit like a brick to my ribs. She rose from her highly esteemed seat, her chair rolling back just slightly, the click of her heels echoing across the office. The sound felt sharp, slicing through my thoughts like a knife. She stopped in front of me and half-sat on the desk, placing herself directly in my line

Jace’s POVMy father wasn’t bluffing when he told me to start a relationship with Alice. I woke up the next day to find the gossip already circulating in the school’s rumour mill. Our pictures were everywhere, with captions about how we looked “cute together”. Some people were even saying we were the perfect match, and one person suggested we should be made Couple of the Year. I knew this was all my father’s handiwork. “This is madness, Scott! Total madness!”Scott watched me pace around my room, coffee in hand. I was squeezing the paper cup so tightly that it looked like I might crush it.“Nah, nah, nah! Give me that,” Scott said quickly, snatching the cup from me before I could spill it. He placed it on the table with a sigh. My father wasn’t wrong when he said Scott kept me in check. He did know how to stop me from making a mess when I was about to explode.“Why does he do this?” I muttered, pacing again. “I hate him so much. He’s too controlling. He thinks my life is in his hands

Sabrina’s POVI knew I’d messed up the moment Jace’s eyes landed on my bracelet. The same one I’d slipped on this morning without a second thought. I shouldn't have put it on. That was my first mistake of the day. “Mr Harrington, do we have a problem here?” Mr Oliver’s voice cut through the air, sharp with irritation.“No, sir,” Jace replied quickly. “I was out of line. I apologised.”I turned back to my work, though I could feel Alice’s stare burning into me. She and her friend whispered furiously, their eyes flicking my way with a look that didn’t bother hiding their subject.“Where did you get that bracelet?” Jace’s voice came again, low but edged with steel, his jaw tightening.“I bought it at a trade fair yesterday. Do you have a problem with that?” I lied, letting sarcasm drip from every word. His eyes burnt with something I couldn’t quite name. Anger, maybe eagerness but I didn’t have time to figure it out.Mr Oliver began his lecture, but my focus slipped away. I stared at th

Sabrina’s POVI was in the changing room getting ready for my performance, but my mind kept replaying what I’d overheard between Alice and Jace. So they really did sleep together. That wasn’t even what bothered me; what bothered me more was the dating rumours. Was Jace really into her? I had gone to the bathroom to cool off after the altercation, but I didn’t hear much… just Alice bragging about being in his bed. I wouldn’t call it jealousy, but something inside me twisted with a sharp, unexpected pain.“Hey!! You’ve been stuck here for a while; are you good?” Nessa’s voice jerked me back to reality.“Hey, Nessa. I’m good… just have a lot running through my mind.”“Well, if that involves finances, you should worry no more because there is an opportunity for you to make cool and mad cash this night,” she said with a smile on her face. But i already knew what it was, probably a private gig that involves a happy ending with a bunch of rich and old clients. But i needed to hear it from he

Sabrina’s POVIt’s a full-on fistfight. It was violent, messy, and brutal. I’m frozen for a split second as Jace’s knuckles collide with Dante’s face over and over again. It feels like déjà vu, only this time, there’s no crowd to watch ringside. Dante is taking too many hits, stumbling, bleeding. If I don’t step in, Jace might knock him out cold, and then he’ll be the one in trouble.I snatch my mask off the floor and pull it over my face just as I whirl back toward them.“Please stop! Leave him alone!” I bark, not because I care for Dante, but because Jace is a public figure, and if Dante ends up unconscious, it’ll be Jace’s career on the line.He doesn’t listen. Rage has his jaw locked.With my heart in my throat, I frantically signal the nearest bouncer. He charges in without hesitation and wedges himself between them, dragging both men apart. Dante’s nose is gushing blood. He tries to lunge again, but the bouncer shoves him back with a deadly glare.“How dare you! Do you know who t