All Chapters of Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

{ Abraham }Life felt so different for a couple of weeks that being back at the apartment with my mom makes me feel weird.I do not like this place (I never did, but I like it even less now), and I want to take my mom out of here as soon as possible.I spend all day with her, telling her all about my hockey situation, and then I decide to be brave and tell her about Anastasia as well. About the words I accidentally let out… and I don’t mean earlier when I ruined our sexy time, but the forbidden L-word.My mom bugs out for about a whole minute, then she gives me a pouty face that instantly pisses me off.“I’m never telling you anything again—““That’s so cute,” she shrieks and comes closer on the couch to try and pinch my cheek. I karate-chop every attempt. “Bramsy, you’re so damn cute. If it slipped out, it’s because you feel it already, obviously. You love her, don’t be scared about it. She’s smart, she’s cute, she’s nice but not annoying or fake, she’s from a good family, and she to

I take a breath that feels like it scrapes my lungs."She asked me to go as her date to the charity gala, remember? She offered me money to be her date. Nothing else, I swear to god," I add quickly. Charlie is still frozen in shock."I needed the money, Charlie," I continue, while he's still trying to calm himself down and not yell at me like a beast, "She was only my boss, not my friend yet, we were not close at all, so taking money from her felt just like saying those things about her... whatever, it was whatever to me, she was just a random woman I worked for. But quickly after that I started working closer to her and stopped talking to those two idiots because I couldn't handle the way they talked about her. We became really good friends really fast, but my financial situation was still shit, so yeah, I used that money she gave me and it was very, very helpful to me. That is how I managed to afford the necessary amount of physical therapy sessions without starving me and my mom."

{ Abraham }For a whole week, I am forced by the world to face the consequences of talking shit. Charlie was true to his word and he didn't fire me, but he of course called Coach Adam to complain about me and tell him about the stupid video. My coach told me to go to practice earlier the next day and we tortured me on the ice for one extra hour for being so fucking idiotic. For 'saying shit just because I have a mouth'. It was terrible, then I was forced to continue working. That is my punishment. I have to come back to the office now that Linda absolute despises me, Tyler has been fired, Logan feels just as ashamed of me so he hasn't even looked my way and Nora somehow knows everything (I'm sure) because se hasn't spoken to me. Nobody in the office has spoken much to me at all. Joy is the one who has been given us tasks to do and she's the only one who somehow speaks to me but other than that, I'm a pariah. And I miss Anastasia so much, it's unbearable. Of course she hasn't unb

The new guy didn't just blend into the office, he expanded into it, like he had always been meant to exist there and everyone else had just been waiting for him to show up and make things make sense. Bring peace, even. Within the first two days, he managed to bring everyone out in the open office together, both teams that have been separated since I came here. It was honestly annoying how quickly everyone started loving him, but it's probably mostly because everyone has been so freaked out after Tyler was fired. But Daniel is winning everyone over because he goes around the whole office all day just sucking up to each individual person and forcing conversations, he also knows everything about everything and is willing to take on any work, anytime. It's like an undercover robot sent here to make me look bad. He’s also probably just as tall as me and almost as attractive. So, I do not like that guy at all. "... that little switch could change the whole vibe and make it seem m

Later that same day, when Bram comes back into my office —without knocking this time—,I already know he has something, because there's a subtle shift in his energy, something a little more alert, a little more focused."Coach Adam is coming tomorrow morning," he lets me know, skipping any kind of introduction, "Nine a.m. He wants to meet you here."For a second, I just blink at him, because that was fast."Already?" I ask, raising an eyebrow despite myself. He shrugs like it's nothing."He agreed as soon as I told him it was important for you.""Oh, that's very nice. Okay," I nod, already reaching for my calendar, "Thank you, that's perfect."And then, before I can stop myself, I glance up at him again, just for a second, because there's something about the way he stands there, waiting, that almost feels like the old version of us, but I shut that down immediately."Good work, Kent," I add, because that's what this is now. Work. He gives me a small nod in return, and then he leaves a