บททั้งหมดของ Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

{ Anastasia } My dad is not usually ostentatious or over-the-top, but since all of us brought dates, he said we needed a big vehicle so we could arrive at the gala together. And that's why there's a literal limo waiting for us right now. "I didn’t know you were so flashy, Mr. Charleston," Bram lets out, trying to charm my dad (uselessly), but instead he makes his two fanboys chuckle and swoon more than I ever imagined two straight men could. My sister's boyfriends are two seconds away from creaming their pants every time Bram speaks. My dad on the other hand, is still having a hard time controlling his face every time Bram dares say a word. But I can't even focus on how everyone reacts to Bram because I'm having a hard time with my own reactions. I saw a few videos of him wearing suits before, but they didn't prepare me for how good he'd look in the flesh. Some men look like little boys when wearing a suit, but Bram looks comfortable and stylish. It helps that this suit

"Just you talking about it would give us a lot of exposure by default, since this is your first public event in a while," Anastasia starts, but she's already biting on her lip and looking around as her brain gets moving. This is mixing up the two women in my mind. My hobbit boss and the goddess right here in front of me. It's like they're actually just one person, but it's still hard to believe, "Being cryptic first is better, though. Make people wonder, so then when you actually say where you are, there's going to be more interest." "Alright," I murmur, login into my account, then sliding the phone to her, "You do it. Be cryptic, I'm not sure I know how to do that. Or what it means.” Annie's eyes get even bigger, if that's possible. Like she can't believe I'm trusting her with my account, but she's the smartest person I know. And she also wouldn't post something detrimental to me. I trust her. "Okay, let me..." she looks away for a second, then thinks of something, "Let me take

To distract myself, I focus all my energy into telling Bram what to say about our charity, then shooting a quick video of him, walking around the venue and talking about how important this is to him and us. I knew he would do a good job, since he's so used to being on camera, but it takes me by surprise how seriously he takes it and how he doesn't make any mistakes, even if he twists my words a bit to make it more his style. He mentioned all the important parts anyway, then drops the link and talks about how they can join the cause and when I post it, I check our picture. It has over ten thousand likes and a lot of comments. "People are asking about you," Bram says with a pleased smile, "Do you want me to add your profile?" "I don't have one," I respond, making him look at me in complete bewilderment, "I mean, I do, but I don't post anything. I deleted everything a few years ago." When Isaac started complaining about me begging for attention from men online. Just to ke

"I'm so sorry, Gray," I blurt out, my chest feeling compressed, "I swear I wanted to talk to you... I just couldn't." "Why not?" "Because!" I explode, because it should be obvious, but his face doesn't change at all, “I fucking blew it, man. Everything. I'm in deep shit and it's my own fault, all of it.” Gray frowns as if he doesn't understand. His seriousness changes to confusion. "What do you mean? I know you’re getting better, Coach has been keeping me updated on your recovery.” “The recovery is going a lot better than anyone predicted, but I’m not cleared yet. The problem is…” I take a deep breath, looking away from him. I don’t want to say this, but I know there’s no other option now, “I’ve poured everything I have into this recovery, man. Everything.” “What does that mean? Are you having... money issues?" he asks. I nod, "What? How bad?" I start explaining everything. The medical bills, all the late payments that piled up before I had to sell my mom's house, then m

"Just give him a fake one," Bram mutters next to me, arms crossed and bitch face in place, "He can't take no for a fucking answer." "If you give me a fake one, I'll call the bank and make sure the check doesn't go through. I’ll also call the Prime Minister and tell him the Blooming Education charity is a tax evasion scam," Grayson adds very dramatically, looking right at Bram with the stubbornness of an older brother who will indeed refuse to take no for an answer. He's intense and brash, but I still grab his phone and write my actual number there, "Your boss is smarter than you, donkey." "Your ass was too loose for my fist, donkey, why's that?" Bram throws back, making Grayson break and let out a chuckle. I make a disgusted face that makes Bram shut his mouth instead of continuing letting out gross things, "Sorry, Asia. He made me act out." "Oh, so he's been on his best behavior around you?" Grayson laughs. I wouldn't exactly say that, "Good luck, Boss." "Thanks. Now, are you