All Chapters of Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Hailey's pov The knock came again—harder this time, impatient, like whoever was on the other side knew exactly where they stood in Violet’s life.Violet groaned. “I swear, if that’s Luca—”The door swung open before she could finish the sentence.“Wow,” a male voice said lazily. “You lock your door now? That’s new.”“Luca!” Violet snapped, scrambling to her feet. “What is wrong with you? Knock like a normal human being.”He stepped inside anyway, shutting the door behind him with his heel like it was second nature. “I did knock. You just took too long.”Then his eyes shifted.And landed on me.I felt the change instantly—not in the room, but in him.He stopped walking.Just for a second.His jaw tightened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, eyes flicking over my face, my hair, the way I was leaning against Violet’s couch like I’d barely held myself together to get here.“Well,” he said slowly, lips curling into a crooked half-smile, “you didn’t mention you had company.”Violet

Hailey’s POVThe guest room door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality that felt louder than it should.My legs were still unsteady—thighs slick, core still fluttering with the aftershocks of Roy inside me, stretching me, owning me against that locked door until I’d sobbed his name into his palm. My costume was ruined: one strap torn, lace stretched and damp, pasties long gone somewhere on the carpet. Roy’s black t-shirt clung to his chest with fresh sweat, his trousers zipped but belt still unbuckled, hair wrecked from my fingers.He kept one possessive arm around my waist as we stepped back into the hallway, like he knew exactly how close I was to collapsing.The party hadn’t slowed down.Music throbbed through the walls like a second heartbeat. Bodies still writhed in every corner—sweat-glistening skin sliding against skin, low moans blending with laughter and the clink of bottles. The air was heavier now, thicker with sex and spilled liquor and the faint metallic bite of som

Hailey's pov At The Mansion****Roy had texted earlier.Emergency meeting. Security issue.Ryan’s with me.I read it again as I dropped my bag by the staircase. My shoulders ached from the weight of the day, my head dull and heavy. I told myself that I was tired. That the tension crawling up my spine was just nerves.I turned toward the kitchen.That was when I heard footsteps behind me.I stopped walking.When I turned, It was the two weird recent staff, Shelby and Marianne were already there.Neither of them smiled.Shelby stepped forward and blocked the hallway with her body. The move was casual, practiced. Intentional.“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.Her voice was calm, almost bored, but there was something beneath it that made my stomach tighten.“I’m just getting water,” I said.Marianne laughed softly. It wasn’t amused. It was dismissive.“You don’t need water,” she said. “You need boundaries.”I frowned. “Excuse me?”Shelby didn’t answer. She reached out and too

Hailey’s POVRoy’s words were still settling into me when the door opened again.No knock.Just the quiet, deliberate turn of the handle.My body stiffened instantly.Roy felt it. His arm tightened around me, protective, instinctive. I knew who it was before I even looked.Ryan.He stepped inside like he owned the room, like nothing in here could touch him. His gaze flicked briefly to me curled against Roy’s chest, then lingered there a second too long—cold, unreadable—before shifting away.“What are you doing?” he asked flatly.Roy didn’t move. “Comforting her.”Ryan scoffed under his breath. “Of course you are.”The air changed. Thickened. I could feel it pressing against my skin.Ryan’s eyes dropped to the phone still lying on the bed. The screen had gone dark, but he knew. Somehow, he always knew.“So,” he said, folding his arms. “That’s why you’re falling apart.”My stomach dropped.Roy’s jaw tightened. “Watch your tone.”Ryan ignored him and looked straight at me. Not softly. No

Hailey QueenHailey didn’t realize how loud her crying had become until the door opened.She was sitting on the floor beside the bed, her back against it, her knees pulled to her chest. Her face was buried in her hands, shoulders shaking, chest aching with every broken breath she took. She felt like something inside her had cracked open and refused to close again.Then she heard footsteps.She froze.Before she could wipe her face or stand up, the room filled with his presence. She didn’t have to look up to know it was Ryan. The air shifted, heavy and tense, the way it always did when he was near.“Hailey…”His voice was low. Not sharp. Not mocking. Just… tired.She looked up.He was standing near the door, still in his jacket, keys clenched in his hand. His eyes went straight to her face—red, swollen, wet with tears—and then to the desk. To the exact spot where the paper had been.He didn’t need to ask.His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he might turn around and walk