All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sabrina’s POVSleep was impossible that night. Every time I closed my eyes, there he was: Jace Harrington. That stupid smirk of his, the way his voice dropped when he offered me a ride, and God help me, the memory of his lips on mine in the classroom. Why couldn’t my brain just shut up?I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. He wasn’t my type. He wasn’t even supposed to matter. Jace was trouble wrapped in money, arrogance, and way too much confidence, and I already had more than enough trouble in my life. Thank God I was off work tonight. The thought of dancing on the pole with Jace’s face stuck in my head? Disaster.“Please, get out of my head!” I groaned again, muffling the words against the pillow. But it was no use. It was like his scent had seeped into my memory. No matter how hard I tried to shove him out, my mind pulled him back in. His voice, his smirk, the way my chest had fluttered when he leaned close.I hated myself for it.And then the darker thought crept in, the o

Jace’s POVMy father was pacing the living room, one arm crossed tight across his chest, the other pinching his chin like it was the only thing keeping his rage from spilling over. His shoes clicked against the marble floor in sharp, deliberate steps that echoed too loudly in my skull.I wasn’t exactly calm myself. My body was strung tight, nerves raw, the weight of Doc Abel’s words clawing at me like a vice I couldn’t shake.“So you mean to tell me someone tried to kill my son?” My father’s voice cracked through the air like a blade. He didn’t look at me when he said it; he was glaring at Doc Abel, who stood a few feet away with his hands folded behind his back, calm as ever.“I think you need to calm down, Mr Harrington,” Abel replied, his tone maddeningly even. “You don’t want to trigger your blood pressure.”“Calm down?” My father’s voice sharpened, venom laced through every syllable. His tone boomed against the walls, filling the house until I swore even the chandelier rattled ov

Sabrina’s POVI collapsed on my bed the moment I got back from the hospital, my body sinking into the mattress like it had been waiting all day for me to stop pretending I wasn’t tired. Ami’s health wasn’t getting better, not really, but at least she hadn’t had any complications since the last scare. That alone was enough to keep me from breaking down completely. Still, every trip to the hospital left me carrying a heaviness I couldn’t shake off.I lay on my back, scrolling through my phone in an aimless haze when Simon’s name lit up the screen. I froze. Part of me wanted to ignore it. I already knew where this was going…the date. I wasn’t in the mood to fend him off again. But curiosity and maybe a little guilt made me swipe to accept.“Hey, Simon,” I said cautiously.“Hot girl Sabrina,” he teased, voice playful and smug, like he’d been waiting all day to say that.I let out a startled laugh. “Hot girl? Since when did you start calling me that?”“Since the day you showed up to school

Jace’s POVWe were at Xavier’s house, the usual weekly hangout spot for the guys I trusted most on the team. Every week, we rotated whose place we’d use, and this time it was Xavier’s. Scott had come along, of course, mostly to keep me from spiralling into whatever mood I was in, though he usually ended up as the butt of our jokes anyway.“Damn! Your dad is the real OG, man,” Xavier teased, adding extra coal to the shisha pot. “I wish my old man were like that.”“Are you kidding me right now? You think this is all fun until you get stuck in his orbit,” I muttered, flicking ash into the tray.“Well, the fun thing here is that you get to bang three hot women. I mean, look at this!” Leo leaned over my shoulder and squinted at my phone, his eyes glued to Wendy’s picture. “She is smoking hot!”“Hot, but trouble! She caused the whole mess I had with Nico back then,” I reminded them, trying to keep my voice level, though my jaw clenched.“From the story you told us, you banged his babe? Bad

Jace’s POVThe week had already been brutal, and last night only made it worse. I dragged myself home from the boys' hangout. I was drunk enough to barely keep my eyes open. Scott had practically carried me into the room.He stood by my bed as I collapsed, his arms folded like a disappointed parent. “You can’t even stand straight. Let me stay the night, at least till morning. I’ll help you get ready for class.”“Leave me the hell alone,” I muttered, my words slurred. “I’m not a kid, Scott. I’m a big boy.”The protest ended with a loud snore. He rolled his eyes, muttered something I couldn’t catch, then sighed. “Fine.” The door shut behind him with a soft thud.Darkness pressed in. The room tilted, shifting like it was on a spinning carousel, the ceiling melting into the walls. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The alcohol had my head heavy, my body sluggish, and every nerve buzzing.And then, I felt it.A hand. Warm. Soft. Sliding over me from behind.My foggy brain fired t