บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Hailey's pov The SUV pulled into the garage, engine cutting to silence, but none of us moved to get out. The air inside was thick, electric, every breath charged with the tension we'd carried from the gala. Roy's hand still rested on my thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent heat spiraling through me. Ryan's arm remained around my shoulders, his thumb brushing the bare skin at my neck in a rhythm that matched my racing pulse.I turned to Roy first, cupping his face, kissing him slow and deep—pouring everything into it: gratitude, love, need. He groaned softly into my mouth, hand sliding up my thigh higher, pushing the gown aside until his fingers brushed lace.Ryan's lips found my neck from behind, open kisses trailing fire, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp against Roy's mouth.Roy pulled back slightly, eyes dark and burning. "We need you," he whispered, voice rough. "Now."Ryan's hand slipped under my gown from the back, cupping my ass, pulling me closer

Hailey's povThe world returned in fragments—harsh lights flashing through my eyelids, distant sirens growing louder, the metallic tang of blood thick on my tongue. My body was a canvas of agony: ribs throbbing with every shallow breath, scalp burning where hair had been ripped, wrists raw and slick with blood from the zip ties that had cut deep during my struggles. The dress I’d worn that morning hung torn at the shoulder, cold air biting exposed skin. I lay curled on the concrete, trembling uncontrollably, every small movement sending fresh waves of pain radiating outward.The three men loomed above me again, shadows stretching long under the warehouse’s dim bulbs. The leader—the one with the snake tattoo winding up his neck—crouched close, his breath hot and foul against my face.“You’re going to learn what happens when you cross the wrong people,” he said, voice low and eager, fingers trailing down my neck with deliberate slowness. “Boss said make it hurt. But he didn’t say we co

(Pedro's POV)The charity auction had been a success on paper—donations rolling in, alliances strengthened, my image as the benevolent billionaire polished to a shine. But as I sat in the back of the limousine rolling through the city streets, the night's true victory felt far from secured. Madison chattered beside me, her voice a monotonous drone about the guests' compliments on her ring and the envy she had seen in Hailey's eyes.I nodded at the appropriate moments, my hand resting on her knee in a gesture that looked affectionate but felt mechanical. She was beautiful, yes....young, polished, the perfect ornament for my arm. But she was a means to an end, a strategic piece in a game she barely understood.My thoughts kept drifting to Hailey. The way she had looked in that red gown, the fabric hugging her curves with a grace that made my blood heat. Her fire....the defiance in her eyes when she rejected me in the garden, the way she held her ground like a queen refusing a crown.

Hailey's pov Dinner that evening felt like the first real breath I’d taken in weeks. Ryan had taken over the kitchen, grilling steaks to perfection while Roy helped with the sides, the two of them bickering playfully over who had the better seasoning technique. I sat at the island, wine glass in hand, watching them move around each other with the easy familiarity of brothers who knew every quirk.Roy caught me staring and grinned. “What? Admiring the view?”I rolled my eyes, but my smile gave me away. “Someone has to supervise. You two would burn the place down otherwise.”Ryan flipped a steak with dramatic flair. “Burn? This is art, baby.”Roy leaned over the counter, stealing a quick kiss. “She’s right. Last time you cooked, the smoke alarm sang backup.”Ryan clutched his chest. “Betrayal from my own brother. Hailey, defend me.”I laughed...the sound light, genuine, surprising even me. “I’m staying neutral. But I will say Roy’s mashed potatoes are unbeatable.”Roy pumped his fist i

Hailey Queen's PovThe classroom was warm and stuffy, the kind of mid-morning lethargy that made Mr. Woods’ voice about cellular respiration fade into a distant drone. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, striping the desks in lazy gold bars. I sat near the back, notebook open but untouched, pen idle between my fingers.My mind wasn’t on science.It was on the two men who gave me more organs than I ever asked for.Roy’s hands on my hips last night, lifting me against the shower wall, water cascading over us as he thrust deep and slow, his forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked while he whispered how much he loved feeling me come around him.Ryan’s mouth between my thighs this morning, waking me with lazy, teasing licks that turned urgent when I tangled my fingers in his hair and begged. The way he looked up at me—dark eyes full of possession and adoration—before sliding inside me, filling me while Roy kissed me senseless.I shifted in my seat, thighs pressing together against the sudd