All Chapters of Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"When I went to take a piss before the meeting, Logan and Tyler were there, in the bathroom. I heard them talking about you again," he says with the serious voice I've only heard a couple of times. I push my stupid fear away and focus on what he's saying, "They are gross and I want them gone, both of them." Oh. "What... what were they saying?" "Gross stuff," he repeats, shaking his head, "I don't want to repeat it to you. And to be honest, I don't even care if you agree or not. I want them gone." "Tell me what they said, Bram. I'm not a fucking child, I can take whatever gross thing they said about me. I need to know so I can see how I'll proceed," I snap, "You're not in charge here. I am." "Fine," he snaps back, "They were looking at the picture I posted and trying to figure out if your tits are fake or not, then Logan explained to Tyler that they were real because they hang low and aren't perky, then he said that's also why you look fat with baggy clothes, because they're

"I'm sorry," he finally murmurs, "I apologize, Anastasia. I didn't mean for you to hear that, so I didn't mean to hurt you or offend you. I was talking out of my ass." "I accept your apology. Now tell me exactly everything you think about me and my fat body and my tits, say it to my face because then at least I'll think you have the balls to do it. Talking about all of that behind my back only makes you the biggest fucking bitch I've ever met," I let out, keeping my voice leveled perfectly, "Go ahead." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry," he repeats, "It won't happen again." Fucking pussy. "Logan? What about you?" I turn to him again, "Do you have the balls to say it to my face? How my saggy tits make me look so fucking fat?" "Oh my god," Joy lets out, shaking her head in disapproval. Logan is still pressing his fists to his face and when he lowers them, his eyes are red. "I'm so—“ "No," I stop him, "No, I expect more from you. Say it to my face like a real man, don't be a

I return to Anastasia’s office thirty minutes later, after I went to take a walk around the building to get rid of the tension around my fucking neck, then returned to the kitchen to clean up that idiot’s mess and finally get Annie her Sprite. "Did you get lost?" Anastasia asks with a faint smile when I walk back inside. She's doing something on her computer and not looking at me, not even when I drop the Sprite and the glass with cherries next to her, "Thanks, babe." "You're welcome, babe," I mimic her preppy voice and this time she finally looks at me like she's not amused, "Guess what Logan did to me." "Oh my god," she groans and stops typing to turn to me again, while I take a seat in my own chair. This time, I have my protein shake, "What did you do to him? That's the first question I have.” I tell her exactly what happened—leaving out some of the stuff I said, which she probably knows—and then she has the nerve to laugh without offering to fire him immediately. That feels

This brunch situation is going to be a lot smaller than the gala, which makes it a lot more intimidating. I really want to make a good, lasting impression. I want these people to see me as a future equal partner, not just as my daddy’s little girl. “You ready, My Lady?" Bram asks, ignoring the valet outside his car trying to get us out. He picked me up from my dad's house and drove half an hour to this place. He spent that whole time trying to come up with different pet names for me as his girlfriend. ‘My Lady’ is ridiculous, but not worse than ‘Sweet Porkchop’. That one almost makes me push him out of the fucking car. “I’m ready,” I force myself to say, opening my door, then I hold a male hand who’s here to help me get out. This house is intimidating, more classic style than anything else and very ostentatious. They literally have golden statues on the driveway and marble statues in the entrance. My dad spent all of last night reassuring me that everyone is a great pers

"Daaamn, look at that," one of the kids says and then there's five pairs of male eyes on me. And I still have a long way until I reach the entrance. I curse my heels for making me walk so slow, but just keep going, "Hey, ma! Can I call you mommy? I want some milk." “Eww. Shut the hell up,” I shake my head in disgust. That is a freaking child, “You probably were sucking milk out of your mom’s tits just a year ago.” Everyone laughs except for him, his face gets pink. “No, I wasn’t,” he grumbles, but his friends just push him around, “Bitch.” "Come on, don’t be a bitch," another one says, taking a step forward and trying a seductive grin or something. This one looks even younger, "Just feed us. We're hungry, mommy…” "Fuck off before I slap the sass out of you, you stupid little rat," I growl, losing my fucking patience. The boys look in shock for a second, then they burst out laughing again, "I'll call your real moms to come pick you up, how about that?" "Nah. How about you su