All Chapters of Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Hailey's pov The charity auction dragged on long after Pedro’s unwelcome advance, the glittering hall feeling smaller and more suffocating with every passing minute. The chandeliers’ light seemed harsher now, reflecting off too many watching eyes, and the champagne that had tasted celebratory earlier left a bitter aftertaste. I stayed close to Roy and Ryan for the rest of the evening, their presence a shield against the lingering chill of Pedro’s words and the curious glances that followed me.We smiled for the obligatory photos, bid on silent auction items we didn’t truly want, and made polite conversation with donors who gushed about the team’s comeback or asked Roy about his recovery. But the tension simmered beneath it all, a low hum that only the three of us could feel. Roy’s hand never left the small of my back, a steady anchor. Ryan’s gaze swept the room constantly, cataloguing exits and faces, his body angled slightly in front of me whenever Pedro drifted into view.Pedro him

Hailey's pov The morning began with a deceptive calm, the kind that lulled you into thinking the day might pass without incident. But in my world, nothing was ever ordinary.I walked through the school parking lot with Roy's oversized hoodie zipped up against the early chill, the fabric still carrying his scent from the night before—a quiet reminder of the safety I felt in his arms. He probably thinks I will give it back.My earbuds played a soft playlist, the music low enough that I could hear the distant hum of conversations and car doors slamming. I kept my head down, replaying the tenderness of last night in my mind—the way Roy and Ryan had held me, their touches gentle and reassuring after the intensity of the gala. For a moment, everything felt almost normal.That sense of peace lasted only until I stepped inside the building.The hallways were already alive with the usual morning energy—lockers slamming, friends calling out greetings, the faint echo of laughter bouncing off ti

Hailey's pov Ryan stepped forward first, voice low and controlled. “Back off. Both of you.” His eyes were hard, and the way he shifted slightly, hand brushing the small of my back, made it clear he meant it.I turned, blinking, and my gaze landed on the doorway.Luca.He was stepping forward, slow, deliberate, eyes scanning the room before settling on me. The badge glinted under the fluorescent lights, his uniform crisp, but beneath the authority, there was the same calm, familiar energy I knew from the gym. “Hailey,” he said, voice even but carrying a faint warmth. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”I swallowed, heart still racing. My ribs throbbed with every small movement, but relief and surprise collided in equal measure. His presence grounded me in a way nothing else had since the officers cornered me.Luca took a step closer, careful. “Are you okay?” he asked, eyes searching mine.Ryan stiffened instantly, jaw tight, hand pressing lightly but firmly against my back. “I said bac

Hailey's pov I tugged at the hem of my uniform for the hundredth time, adjusting the pom-poms in my hands, feeling their weight like a tether to the chaos on the ice. My ribs throbbed sharply every time I breathed too deeply..a lingering souvenir from yesterday’s brutal practice...but I pushed it down. Every second counted now. Every error, every whisper, every misstep was magnified in the semifinals.Roy hovered nearby, eyes sharp, muscles taut even as he leaned close. His hand brushed against my shoulder lightly, grounding me.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low, thumb stroking the tension in my arm. “If it hurts, you step aside. I don’t care what anyone says.”“I’m fine,” I whispered, though my chest heaved with the effort to stay steady. “I can do this. We can do this.”He pressed a brief kiss to my temple, soft but steadying. “I know. Just pace yourself. Don’t push too hard. Your health matters more than this game.”Ryan appeared at the doorway then, wearing his jersey ove

Hailey's pov The charity auction had been a glittering cage, and the moment we stepped out into the cool night air, I thought the bars had finally lifted. The valet brought the car smoothly to the curb under the museum's grand portico, headlights cutting through the darkness. Roy's hand rested lightly at my waist, Ryan's arm brushing mine—a silent promise that the evening's poison, Pedro's words, was behind us.We were wrong.Madison waited near the bottom steps, her white gown catching the spotlights like a beacon, Pedro at her side looking every inch the untouchable billionaire. A cluster of lingering guests and photographers hovered nearby, drawn to the couple like moths to flame. Madison's eyes locked on us the instant we appeared, her practiced smile sharpening into something raw and vicious.She stepped forward, pulling Pedro with her, voice pitched perfectly to carry without shouting—loud enough for phones to catch every word."Well," she said, the single word dripping acid wr