All Chapters of Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

We walk outside and I look at my shitty apartment through her eyes. It must look so fucking small and old and musty to her. This is probably the size of a guest bathroom in her daddy's home.But there's no way around it, she's already here. And has been for hours, apparently. The table is filled with food when we arrive, my mom moving around the kitchen like a crazy chef."You need help?" I ask, walking closer and pointing at the table so Annie can sit down. "I'm just finishing up. I forgot we had some berries, you should eat them," she murmurs, putting them on a plate. I grab it from her and bring them back to the table. Annie is sitting there, way too stiff and awkward. "Have some berries," I say and push the plate to her, then I return to my mom and get as close to her as I can without making it obvious, "Leave, please.""I will," she responds through her teeth, starting to clean up."Don't, I'll do that after," I offer and grab her by the shoulders to move her around. I really

{ Abraham } I truly don't feel like going to work today. My sickness is gone and my ankle has calmed down after a quick visit from my physio, but I just don't feel like it. Still, the need to see Annie makes me get my ass up and drive myself to the building. And then, she never arrives. I try to give her grace for the first hour, maybe she's doing some important stuff, but then Linda walks into the office and gives me a pissed look when she notices I'm there, all alone. "Where's Anastasia?" "Not here yet," I shrug. She takes a deep breath, then gives me an up-and-down look before asking if I'm better. "Yep, it was just a sprain, but I'm good as new now." "I'm glad. Anyway, tell Anastasia to give me a call once she arrives," she murmurs before walking out of the office. And then, another hour later, she's still not here, and that's when my patience starts running out. "u alive?" I text her from my mom's phone. No reply. "You better not be dead." Still nothing. So I send one

Bram hugs my waist and we stay in a lock for a few seconds, but when my dad starts bringing the food to the coffee table, Bram tightens his hold on my waist and carries me to the couch like it’s no big deal. The couch is wide and definitely big enough for a few more people, but my sisters are sprawled on opposite ends and my dad is now sitting with legs wide open, pretending not to stare at Bram as he starts eating, so it’s cramped in here. There’s only one empty spot. Bram seems to clock that immediately. He pauses for a second, looking at the situation like he’s solving a puzzle, then he takes a quiet breath. “Don’t shift, guys, I can make it work,” he says, putting me on the floor before sitting down and grabbing my arm without hesitation. And then he just pulls me to him, until I’m sitting sideways across his lap. I can feel everyone's weirded out eyes on me and I know this is fucking awkward, but you couldn't pay me to give a shit right now. “Give a piece of toast, dad,” Ce

Putting Annie down on what used to be my bed feels like I just took a jump back in time, back when my life was still my own, before the crash, before the humility lesson God sent to me, back when I had it all. My home, money, gorgeous women and a whole future ahead of me. As I lower my head to kiss her again I realize I might actually be getting back to normal. My body proved it’s getting on top again, which is going to make me rich again. Then I’ll buy this place back from Annie… but to be honest, I might still allow her to stay here. With me. Maybe. Because I kind of never want to stop doing this, being on top of her body kissing her sweet mouth. I want us to stay just like this for a long, long time. And maybe this whole humility lesson was not that bad after all, because it led me to this. To Anastasia. Maybe it was all meant to be. “Fuck, Annie,” I moan against her mouth as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me even closer, “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Once I’ve ingested the two random pills Bram gave me and prayed to God he doesn’t accidentally kill me—because I trust him not to drug me on purpose, but definitely not to know anything about correct medication dosages—I grab his arm and pull him back toward my bed like I’m not even giving him the option to argue about it.“We’re not going to be fucking again, not today,” he warns immediately, even as he lets himself be dragged closer without any real resistance."Yeah… it was probably not a good idea. But I still want you here," I admit easily, because I’m not completely delusional and as soon as he lays down next to me, I don’t hesitate before throwing half my body over his, settling there like it’s the most natural position in the world, "Thanks for the one orgasm, though. It felt nice, but it stole all my energy.""I should've known," he mutters and sighs, wrapping one of those big arms around me like it’s second nature, “But you owe me one. You owe me two, actually."“I swear on