Semua Bab Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Hailey's pov The knock came softly at first.I froze, my breath catching in my chest, my hands tightening around my knees. For a split second, panic flared—someone laughing, someone ready to say more things I couldn’t take. I didn’t answer. I barely breathed.The door creaked anyway.Light spilled into the closet, sharp against the dim, making me squint. I swiped at my face quickly, trying to scrub away the evidence, but it was pointless. My cheeks were wet, my nose red, my chest still hitching with every uneven breath.A girl stood there.I didn’t recognize her right away. She wasn’t from my class. She wasn’t smirking or whispering. She just stood there, eyes soft, taking me in without judgment.“Oh,” she said quietly. “I thought someone was in here.”I sniffled, embarrassed, turning my face slightly away. “Sorry. I’ll— I’ll go.”She shook her head immediately. “No. Don’t. You don’t have to.”Her voice was calm, steady, like she wasn’t uncomfortable at all. She stepped inside and ge

Hailey's pov After the last bell rang, the school exhaled.Lockers slammed, voices rose, the tension of the day loosening into something louder and careless. I walked out beside Violet, the late afternoon sun washing the front steps in pale gold. My body still felt tired, like I’d been carrying weight I hadn’t set down yet, but my chest wasn’t as tight as it had been that morning.“Do you have to go straight home?” I asked.She glanced at me, surprised. “No. Why?”I hesitated for half a second, then shrugged. “I was thinking about going into town. Just… not being here for a bit.”Her smile came easily. “Shopping?”I nodded. “Yeah. Something normal.”“I’m in,” she said without hesitation.That alone made me feel lighter.The mall was busy in that distracted, after-school way. Music hummed overhead, doors slid open and closed, people drifting in loose clusters. I liked the anonymity of it, the way no one here cared who I was or what I’d been through. I was just another girl walking be

Hailey’s POVRoy stood behind me as I faced the mirror, the soft glow of the bedroom lights warming the room. I twisted the tube slowly, the red lipstick catching the light like a quiet warning. Bold. Unapologetic. I pressed it to my lips with steady hands, even though my chest was tight.Roy’s reflection met mine. His eyes were serious, protective, searching my face for any sign of doubt.“Be careful,” he said quietly.I capped the lipstick and turned to face him. “I will.”He stepped closer, his hands resting on my waist, grounding me. “Pedro isn’t stupid. He’s calm on the surface, but everything he does is calculated. Those papers he’s using to crash Ryan’s company—he won’t let them go easily.”“I know,” I said, nodding. “I won’t push too hard. I just need him to believe I’m here for him, not the documents.”Roy studied me for a long moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was slow, firm, and full of unspoken trust. When he pulled back, his thumb brushe

Hailey's pov The garage door sealed with a low mechanical hum, cutting off the outside world completely. The interior lights dimmed to a soft amber glow, leaving only the faint blue from the dashboard to illuminate Roy’s face—his jaw tight, eyes dark with the mix of leftover rage and raw need that had been building since the confrontation.He killed the engine. The sudden silence amplified everything: our breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, the quick thud of my pulse in my ears.I turned to him first. Our eyes met, and the air between us ignited.He reached for me without a word, fingers curling around the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that started fierce and only deepened—tongue claiming mine with hungry urgency, tasting of the wine from dinner and the edge of adrenaline. I moaned into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, the rapid beat of his heart matching mine.His other hand shoved the slit of my gown aside, fin

Hailey's pov Roy opened the passenger door and offered his hand. I took it, stepping out carefully, my legs still unsteady from the long, silent ride. The mansion loomed ahead, warm lights glowing through the windows, but the air between us felt colder than the evening breeze.Ryan got out from the back seat and moved toward me. “Hailey, please—let me explain.”I kept walking, eyes fixed on the front steps. “Not now.”“Just give me a minute,” he insisted, his voice tight, controlled in that way that usually meant he was panicking underneath. “You deserve at least that.”Roy’s arm slipped around my waist, steadying me without a word. His presence was solid, grounding. We climbed the steps together, the gravel crunching under our shoes, the only sound besides the distant wind.Ryan followed, frustration bleeding through his restraint. “Running away won’t change anything.”I stopped at the top of the stairs and turned just enough to look at him. “Neither will lying by omission.”His jaw