Semua Bab Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Hailey’s POVThe moment I excuse myself from the table. Roy gives me a slight nod and a kiss on my forehead , hiss eyes narrow slightly at Ryan, like he's trying to prove if his eyes are on me again. Roy's gaze isn't resentful, to my suprise. It's calm, like a man who knows what his brother wants too. I try to shove down the idea of having the both of them on me, the hot feel of their blazing touch, but I bury it so deep that the little angel that whispers good things in my ear is cheering and the little devil is busy frowning. I look back at lilly before disappearing into the hall, her cheerful gaze gives off something I know too way. She's definitely up to something, and I am going to find out.But my nerves down calm down from there, I hear Ryan's voice, excusing himself from the table."Oh shit..." I murmur under my breath.I pick up my pace, in hopes I'd successfully avoid that savage bad boy from catching up to me.I feel Ryan’s gaze burning into my back, but I ignore it an

Hailey’s POVThe ride back to the mansion was a little quiet. Roy kept his eyes on the road and barely said a word. Ryan sat in the back seat, scrolling through his phone like nothing in the world didn't bothered him. I sat in the passenger seat with my fingers twisting in my lap.The last thing I needed was to tear up to brothers, they had been together way before they even knew I existed. Ryan sent me a text: Hope you're okay.I stared at the screen a second too long before putting it back into my purse.I thought the tension would lessen, but no.. Roy's hand found mine, he glanced at me with a small smile before returning his gaze to the road again.Oh gosh, how did I ever end up entangled in this mess.When we finally pulled into the driveway, Roy got out first without waiting for me. He walked ahead, shoulders stiff, jaw clenched. My stomach twisted.He was upset.Ryan opened my door for me. “He’s in his head,” he murmured. “You might want to deal with that before he starts im

Hailey’s POVCheerleading practice ended later than usual, and everyone was tired and sweaty, but Madison somehow still had enough energy to be annoying. I was grabbing my bag when she strutted toward me with that smirk she always wore when she was planning to cause trouble.“Well, well,” she said loudly enough for half the squad to hear. “If it isn’t the school’s new favorite charity case.”I rolled my eyes. “Madison, not today. I’m tired.”“That’s not what the boys say,” she shot back quickly. “Or should I say… the men?”Several heads turned. My stomach tightened.“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.“Oh, come on,” Madison scoffed, tossing her hair. “Everyone is talking about how you show up in expensive cars, wear designer clothes you can’t afford, and suddenly have all these older guys hanging around you. Don’t act innocent.” She took a step closer. “Girls like you sleep with grown men for money. That’s how you get things. Isn’t that right?”Heat ru

Roy’s POV The city lights blurred past as Ryan and I moved through the streets, our focus singular. Brighton had been hiding in plain sight for too long, and tonight, we were going to make him answer. The club was loud, bass rattling through the walls, but we didn’t care. Ryan’s grip on my shoulder was firm, and I could feel his pulse thrumming in sync with mine. We spotted Brighton almost immediately, lounging at a VIP table, drink in hand, smirk permanently plastered on his face. He didn’t even glance our way at first, as if he couldn’t care less. “That’s him,” Ryan murmured, eyes cold and calculating. I nodded, my jaw tightening. I hated how calm he looked. He shouldn’t be calm. Not after everything. Not after the terror he’d brought into Hailey’s life. We moved in with precision. Ryan lunged first, grabbing Brighton’s wrist with a vice-like grip, twisting just enough to make him flinch. I came from the other side, my hand clamping around his neck, lifting him slightly off hi

Hailey’s POVWhen Roy and Ryan finally got me out of the station, I felt the weight lift off my chest. My wrists were sore from the cuffs, my body still trembling from the fear of what could have happened, but the relief of walking out into fresh air was almost intoxicating. Ryan had already erased every criminal charge against me before we left, using his reach and connections. One moment I was terrified, being accused of crimes I didn’t commit, the next I was free, like nothing had happened. Except the humiliation lingered.Roy drove us to school the next morning, his expression unreadable, focused as always. I wanted to feel safe, but my stomach still twisted. I knew whispers had already spread like wildfire, and as we pulled up to the front gates, I saw the principal waiting, arms crossed, eyes narrow.“Hailey Queen,” she said sharply as I stepped out of the car. “We need to talk. You’ve ruined the school’s reputation. This—this behavior—” she waved vaguely, “cannot be tolerated.”