Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SCARLETTGod, I’m late!It was never my intention to come this late. I only wanted to dilly-dally for thirty minutes, to show Harlan that he couldn’t boss me around. Then I got stuck in traffic and missed my way to the NorthShore Sportsplex twice…Now I’m two hours and thirty minutes late. I can already imagine the look on Harlan’s face when he sees me — a full blown thunderstorm. Despite my false bravado, a sliver of dread crawls down my spine.I’ve just walked into the main building, heading for the rink when strong fingers clamp around my arm.What the—?Before I can process what is happening, I’m shoved against the east wall, a dark, imposing shadow falling over my face.I’m so distracted by the wave of terror burning through my veins that I don’t notice the familiar blue eyes looming over me until the figure starts talking.“What the hell are you doing here dressed like that?”Every part of me freezes as I blink up at him.Drake Bittencourt. A.k.a the man who shattered my heart

SCARLETTDirty blonde hair.Bright, confident smile.Charming and down to earth. Ethan Oakley is everything I admire in a man. Everything Harlan Rousseau is not.Harlan is proud.He’s cocky.He would do anything to get his way, even if it means playing dirty. And there’s nothing charming or gentlemanly about the way he imprisoned me in his office just two days ago.But Ethan's bright-eyed stare doesn’t set my skin on fire or send my pulse hammering against my ribs the way Harlan’s mere presence does.And when he kisses my hand, I feel…absolutely nothing. No spark. No heat. Not even the faintest shiver. “Scarlett Whitmore,” I say softly. “Nice to meet you, Ethan.”“The pleasure is all mine, mademoiselle,” he murmurs, his gaze drifting slowly over my body, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck.“Ethan!” Sylvia chirps in that overly sweet, sing-song voice. She practically shoves me out of the way, wedging herself between us as he sticks a hand towards him.“It’s an

HARLAN I force the violence simmering beneath my skin back into its cage before turning to Sylvia, my expression carved from stone. “How did you get these pictures?” Surprised by my reaction, her smile falters. “Does it matter? There are more pressing issues to focus on, Harlan.” “Yeah?” I say absently, forcing down the savage need to snap Ethan’s neck with practiced indifference. “What pressing issues?” “Are you being serious right now?!” “Watch your tone, Whitmore.” My voice turns lethally quiet. “I won’t tell you again.” She mellows down immediately, whispering a soft “sorry.” I shake my head, already sick of the entire situation. Because even now, all I can think about is the fact that Scarlett would’ve ripped me apart for daring to tell her to “watch her tone.” And somehow, despite having my vision burned with pictures of her wrapped around another man, the most vicious, possessive part of me still chooses to put her first. Always her. Which is why I exte

SCARLETTThe next few seconds unfold like something straight out of a horror movie.One second, I’m blinking away angry tears as I climb into Ethan’s car. The next, strong arms wrap around my waist and I’m hauled over Harlan’s shoulder like I weigh nothing more than a sack of potatoes.“What the—?!”A gasp of terror lodges in my chest as Harlan carries me away from the car and toward the waiting bus like this is the most normal thing in the world“What the fuck are you doing?!” I yell, hitting his shoulder clumsily. “Put me down right now.”“Not on your life, doll face,” he bites out, his voice vibrating with unapologetic rage.I open my mouth and shut it again, too stunned to speak as my brain desperately tries to comprehend why I’m slung over a rogue’s shoulder while staring at an offensively good view of his tight, sculpted ass.“Harlan, what are you doing?!” Ethan’s Nike boots appear in the periphery of my vision. “This is no way to treat a lady. Put her down right now.”I feel Ha

HARLAN Yahir shakes his head, shooting me a pointed look; “With all due respect, boss, couldn’t you have found a woman who’s a little less stubborn?” I watch Scarlett stomp down the rain-soaked road, her arms wrapped tightly around herself in a futile attempt to fight off the cold. And despite the anger simmering violently beneath my skin, the corner of my mouth still twitches with amusement. Very few women have dared to tell me no. Very, very few. And yet, the only woman I’ve decided that I want the most in the entire world revels in challenging me at every turn. “If I wanted obedience, I’d buy a damn robot,” I mutter to Yahir as I shove the door open, welcoming the cold. “I prefer my women with a bit of fire in them.” Yahir shakes his head again; “let’s hope that fire doesn’t get her killed.” My gaze lands on Scarlett once more and the anger in my chest intensifies. Any sane person would’ve gotten into the warm car by now. But Scarlett? Scarlett would rather get hypothermia t