All Chapters of Rules We Break: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kehlani The elevator doors opened into the hotel's restaurant, and I think I knew why Trevor had insisted I come down.The place was beautiful. Warm golden lights hung above the dining area, reflecting softly against the dark wood panels and enormous windows that overlooked the streets. The tables were arranged neatly across the spacious room, each one dressed with white linen, silverware and small lamps that gave everything a warm, intimate glow. It didn't feel like a hotel restaurant.It felt like somewhere people came to celebrate.The aroma got me. I smelled grilled meat, roasted vegetables, herbs, warm bread and something rich and buttery drifted through the air. My stomach reminded me that the snack I'd eaten upstairs had hardly counted as dinner. Trevor's hand rested lightly against my back as he guided me farther inside.The team had already taken over one of the larger tables toward the back of the restaurant. And there were a lot of them. I slowed when I saw the players ga

TrevorThe team bus rolled to a stop outside the arena. Tonight, we were playing the Boston Runners. The moment the doors opened, the energy shifted. The arena was already alive. Fans had gathered around the entrances, some wearing Runners jerseys, others carrying signs and phones as they waited for the players to arrive. I stepped off the bus with my teammates, my hockey bag slung over my shoulder.The familiar smell of an arena hit me. The cold air and rubber from the rink, equipment, coffee and the buzz of thousands of people gathering on the other side of the walls. I looked toward the media area. Kehlani was already there.Her camera was in her hands, and she looked completely different from the nervous woman she'd been at first. . She was in her element. She moved around the entrance, taking photographs of the arena, the team buses and the growing crowd. Every few seconds, the camera came up to her face.She turned slightly and caught me looking at her. Her camera immediately

TrevorThe trainer exchanged a look with the other staff member. “Let's get you off the ice.”“I can walk.”“I'm sure you can. We're still checking you.”They helped me to my feet. The crowd continued celebrating as I skated slowly toward the tunnel. Then I heard my name.“Trevor!”I looked toward the stands to the familiar voice and it was Kehlani. My chest fluttered. She was running toward the tunnel. My heart tightened. I'm not pretty sure she's supposed to be there. The media team had their own area, and security was already trying to keep people from getting into the restricted corridor. But she managed to get close enough to catch my attention.“Trevor!” she called again. I lifted a hand slightly. Just enough to tell her I was okay.The trainer guided me through the tunnel. I glanced back once but she was still standing there. My brows fell, the way her face was filled with worry made me sad too. As I looked away, the doors closed between us.____The medical room was small a

KehlaniThe rest of the drive passed in silence. We finally stopped at his mansion and he finally slowed down. By the time we reached Trevor's house, I couldn't feel my body. I felt drunk, exhausted and shaken. The reckless speed from earlier had finally disappeared. I sat curled against the passenger seat with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to recover from the speed. But my heart hadn't completely settled.The image of the screech of the tires and violent jerk of his car kept replaying in my head. The large house stood quietly against the drizzling rain. It looked peaceful. He slowed as he approached the gate, then he got out. I watched him walk through the gate without saying anything. He opened it, returned to the car and drove inside. The tires crunched softly over the driveway. He parked near the front entrance and switched off the engine.Silence filled the car. At first, I didn't move. My body felt heavy. I pressed my palm against my forehead and took a slow breath, t

Kehlani As I ended the call with Dad, Trevor's eyes didn't leave mine. I quietly dropped my phone and took a deep breath. “Seems your Dad hasn't forgotten about me.”“Yeah. Seems so.”I guess by the mention of his name, it only fueled memories we both didn't want to remember plus the heartbreak. “So, when are you going back to see your Dad?”“Next week Tuesday.”“Oh.” He sighed. “That means I'll be alone.”“Unfortunately.”“Can I come along?” He said pleadingly. “What? What about your game?”He rubbed his chin. “I'll tell my coach that I'm going somewhere important. Simple.”I rubbed my scalp, looking away. “Hmm. I wonder what Dad would say.”“Just tell him we came back together. Simple.”I tilted my head. “Tell him we settled, we came back together and we're in love with each other.”“Trevor? What are you doing? You know our relationship is fake, so, what's the point of telling him that we're dating?”His lips parted open like he was about to say something but closed it. “Okay.