All Chapters of Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What?" Anastasia shrieks, looking at me like she's about to send me there again. HR. I brace myself as her face gets beet red and she starts blinking, all flustered, "Of course not, you idiot. Dear god. No! I'm not that desperate, I would NOT pay for it. I can get sex for free... I mean, I could, if I wanted to." "Right, right, of course!" I say before she gets more offended. But she's still blabbering something and looking at my can like she's offended there's no more Sprite in there. I almost get up to go buy another one, just to make sure she won't... get all angry princess on me and take the offer back, "Of course you could. I'm just saying because, well, if I was paying someone so much money for a night..." "Well, I'm not a man, am I?" she spits out at me, shutting me up successfully. I shut my mouth right away and just start nodding, “Am I?!” “No, sorry,” I correct myself, shaking my head this time. “No, I’m not. So I don't fucking pay for sex like a fucking loser,” she

{ Anastasia } Mondays suck in general, but mine is going way worse than anyone else’s... until I arrive to my office and realize there's a pretty man waiting for me inside. "Hey Bram… what are you doing here?" I ask, frowning at him. He's sprawled on the chair in front of my desk with a laptop on his lap. He’s wearing one of his tight slutty shirts, showing those big arms like they’re not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. "Waiting for you," he responds casually, not even looking up, "Nora gave me this and asked me to sort out these pictures into different folders. This is the perfect job for me, by the way. And since I have a laptop now, I thought… why not come sit with my good friend Frodo? So I came inside, but you weren't here on time. What's going on, why were you two hours late? I’ve been bored as fuck.” "I had an appointment," I murmur, walking to my chair and trying to understand why he’s making himself at home here, "So, you just decided to work in my office?" "Yeah

** trigger warning in case someone needs it: there is mention of domestic/sexual abuse in this chapter** **** ** * "It didn’t start horrible, he was really nice at first," I begin, not wanting her to think I’m an idiot for staying almost four years in a relationship with him. There were reasons for it, "Amazing, really. The first year was as close to perfect as a relationship can be. He made me feel special every day and he never made me question his feelings for me. But... overtime… things changed. And it was so slowly, I didn't notice until it was too late." "It usually happens like that," Ms Caruso sighs and writes down a number in her notebook, then she moves back to measure my hips, "They wait until you're in too deep, when they know you won't escape easily." "Yeah. He stopped saying nice things to me and started being really mean, but in a genius way. The way he'd formulate his sentences was... like a sandwich," I scoff when I remember, "He would say things like: 'you

{ Abraham } I've been staring at my suit for like five straight minutes. I should just put it on and get it over with... well, I should actually iron the damn thing first. Instead, I'm pacing my bedroom like a caged animal. Because tonight isn't just a random gala. Tonight is the first time I'll be seeing Gray again. My captain in life. The guy who's been like my older brother since I got into the Seagulls. Other than my mom and Coach Adam, Gray is the person who cares the most about me. And I fucking blocked him. I've avoided him for almost a year, just because my pride was too hurt. And because I hate being helped. I rub my face with stress again. My heartbeat is thumping like I'm running drills and it just goes completely into overdrive when my phone vibrates. It's a voice-note from Anastasia: "Hi Bram. Are you still okay for tonight? I don't want you to feel forced or uncomfortable." My chest tightens. I respond before I can overthink it. "I'm coming. Don't worry

"Kent," Charlie lets out begrudgingly as a greeting, giving me a quick glance before looking at the twins and shaking his head in annoyance at their dresses, both of them are practically scraps of thin fabric held together by spaghetti straps, “Seriously?” “We look good. Deal with it,” Celeste smiles and twirls before walking away, most of her back completely exposed, literally almost down to her ass. I blink, then look at Chloe. Her dress is practically painted on her body and with a deep front cut, so her tits are also out. It just isn’t as mind-blowing as Ana’s situation, since Chloe doesn’t have much going on there. And I typically don’t judge or categorize women’s bodies like this—to me, every female body is special in its own way—I’m just noticing extra hard right now because one body caused a spiritual reaction in me and the other two didn’t even register until a couple seconds ago. I actually can’t believe I just noticed that the great Blomqvist twins are both practi