All Chapters of IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Forty-One: Mortified

It’s nearly 9 PM by the time I got back home.Damn, I didn’t realize I spent so much time with Carl.Anyways, I bring my car to a halt in the parking space before turning off the ignition. I stay back for a moment, smoothing my hair and straightening my rumpled blouse. I apply gloss to my lips, trying to look the way I did before I left home hours ago.I then spray my vanilla body mist all over my body, trying to eliminate any traces of Carl’s scent clinging to me. The last thing I want is Ava picking up a masculine scent on me. That would trigger suspicions, and I’m already feeling too awkward to face any interrogation right now. In fact, I genuinely hope that by the time I get inside, she’s already asleep.It would be much easier to avoid her that way.I heave a sigh once I’m satisfied with my appearance. I try to force a smile, but it keeps faltering as my mind replays where those lips were just a few moments ago.I lick my now swollen lips and mutter a curse under my breath, a pan

Forty-Two: You can't have me

Frustration bubbles within me as I stare at my phone — at the texts from Carl.I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down in contemplation as my pulse quickens with perplexity.Why the hell is he still texting me?What happened today was a mistake — it's not an opening for us to become friends or even call a truce, because that's never happening. Not after all the damage he's caused.I probably won't reply to him. I think I should block him again.But wouldn't that piss him off?Since when do I care about what would piss him off?Uhm, maybe since I already witnessed how he reacted when I provoked him two hours ago. How he grabbed my neck — which was so hot, by the way — and pinned me to my chair before forcefully dragging an orgasm out of me.I shake my head vehemently, trying to organize my conflicting thoughts. I don't want to think about the last two hours — or even think about Carl, as a matter of fact.With a swallow, I finally decide to ignore Carl's messages. If I block

Forty-three: Where were you?

“Did you hear?” Ava asks, capturing my attention.I lift my gaze from my bag to see her applying lip gloss by the vanity mirror. Her blonde hair is styled in a messy bun, and she’s clad in black-and-white corporate wear, giving off classy female CEO vibes, even though I know she’s only dressing like that for class.“Hear what?” I drag my eyes away from her appearance, my brows arching with curiosity.Ava turns to me and sighs, putting away her lip gloss. “Jay is getting discharged tomorrow.” A happy smile etched on her shiny lips and lifts her shoulders with enthusiasm. “I’m so excited.”It is evident.However, I didn’t know about that — that Jayden was getting discharged tomorrow. Can’t say I’m not excited. He’s been in the hospital for way too long. But I’m also worried about the danger he’s returning to — Carl is still on his tail, hellbent on finishing what he started.However, I'm acutely aware Jayden already knows what he's signing up for so there's no need to forewarn him anymo

Forty-four: A cruel past

Shivers travel down my spine at the mention of Davis Sullivan.I stiffen, slowly getting dragged back into the past. Everything that happened to me as a child. The trauma. The cause...Everything about twelve years ago."Dear girl, you want to know why you're here?" She sneers in my face, and I quiver as I slowly try to move away from her, but the chains confining my arms and legs restrict me. I'm forced to endure her horrible breath, her mean expression, and her cruel words.The smell of the damp walls in the basement nearly makes me gag from how much I've inhaled it over the last few days. Days? No, weeks.I clocked eight years merely the previous month, but I can attest that this is the worst period of my life.I was abducted by this woman when I went to the park with Mom. It happened when I accidentally lost my way around the amusement park and needed help finding my Mom. This woman disguised herself as one of the officials at the park, and she asked me to follow her, claiming she

Forty-five: The trauma

What happened twelve years ago broke my family apart.Dad came clean to Mom about his infidelity during the time I was abducted. He owned up to his mistakes and took accountability for what Kiara did.Mom was deeply heartbroken by Dad's betrayal, but she put aside her hurt feelings, and they worked together to get me back safely from Kiara. That was the last time they ever cooperated on something.When I was finally rescued from the death basement where Kiara hid me for days, the police issued a warrant for Kiara's arrest all over the city. But they couldn't find her. She somehow managed to escape. Till date, they still haven't found her.This is the reason I've been living in fear most of my life, because that evil bitch is still out there, roaming freely, and I know — because she promised me — I know she will be back someday to finish what she started with me.The first two years after I was released were the hardest period of my life. Mom was even scared for my well-being because I

Forty-six: Daddy Issues

Even though Mom already forewarned me some weeks ago that my dad was coming to see me, I didn't think he'd actually have the nerve to show his face here, especially considering how we left things the last time.We haven't been in touch in the last two years, and the last time we saw each other, we had a fight — one that prompted him to disappear for twenty-four months. I thought he'd disappear forever, but I guess he's back.But back for what? I can't say.I mentally fight to calm my raging nerves as I trail behind Janet. My hands clench at my sides and my teeth grind against each other as we trek down the hallway.Two fucking years, and now he's back out of the blue. I wonder what he wants. He better not tell me it's for a second chance to fix things because we're already past that bullshit phase.No second chances. I stand by my words. No forgiveness for Davis since I can't forget the past and, hell, I still haven't gotten over it.I'm desperately praying inwardly that I don't have

Forty-seven: Daddy Issues 2

Silence stretches between us as he absorbs my harsh words.Misery floods his brown eyes, remorse marring his expression.He opens his mouth to speak, but then hesitates, probably unsure of what to tell me.My gaze flickers between his eyes as I demand with annoyance, "What? Can't say anything? Why are you suddenly quiet?""I'm sorry.""No, don't do that," I reprimand him.But he implores softly, "I'm sorry for everything, Whitney. I really am—"I cut him off, frustration coursing through my veins. "You've been saying that for years now. I think it's high time you stop using those exact words. You're sorry? Sorry doesn't fix any of the shit you caused," my voice shakes with anger. "It doesn't repair the damage done to me. It doesn't bring back the time I had a nice family. Sorry means nothing."His eyes soften with sorrow and for a second, I feel pity for him. But then I quickly shove aside that manipulative emotion. He doesn't deserve my pity. He brought this upon himself.Davis begin

Forty-eight: not okay

I slammed the door shut behind me after storming into my room. I angrily wiped away the tears threatening to spill from my eyes, fury blazing through me in heated waves.I hate him.I hate him so much.I feel the need to break something. I'm so livid right now; I haven't felt this way in a long time.He shouldn't have come here. Why the hell did he show his face to me? He should have stayed hidden.It's better for all of us that way.I pant breathlessly as I pace the length of my room, my fingers raking through my brown hair aggressively. I try to block the awful memories from twelve years ago that threaten to resurface.I can't deal with them. I can't have another episode right now. I'm losing my calm, and I need to talk to someone.Ava isn't here to help.I move towards where I left my bag on the table and fish my phone out of it.Tears blur my vision as I hastily scroll through my contacts, feeling Kiara's face clawing its way into my head.Shaking my head, I try to brush away thou

Forty-nine: Him again

I stay back in my room, needing some time to cool off.The anger currently bubbling through me feels like a raging volcano, and I know I'd undoubtedly have an explosive outburst if I walk out of this room in this state.I say a lot of mean shit when I'm angry. I lash out at people who might not necessarily be the cause of my frustration.Since I'm trying to change that habit of mine because it's unfair, I think it's best to leave my room only when I'm feeling less enraged.But I doubt this anger is dissipating anytime soon. I haven't felt this way — this type of anger — in a really long time. Not even when I found out Jayden got hospitalized by a group of hockey players. The anger I felt that day is nothing compared to this one.Right now, I have mixed emotions. I'm not just angry, I'm hurt. Remembering that my mother has forgiven Davis, I feel deeply betrayed because now I feel isolated in my pain.We were supposed to continue blaming him for ruining our lives together, but now she's

Fifty—No

Like my day can't get any fucking worse, now I have to deal with this infuriating jerk too?With a bored expression, I roll my eyes at his answer and dismiss him dryly. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today, Carl. Leave me alone, I mean it."I don't wait for his expected smug retort. Instead, I turn around and start to leave without sparing him another glance.From behind, I sense his gaze boring into my back, but I ignore it.I've only taken five steps forward when the roaring sound of his car engine reaches my ears. I realize he's trailing behind me with his car again.I try to ignore it, but the questioning glances from passersby cause a twinge in my chest. A wave of embarrassment washes over me as I realize I'm unintentionally drawing unwanted attention. Actually, it's this asshole behind me who's drawing the attention.The sensory overload from his incessant honking nearly drives me insane.I have to stop against my will.Irritation courses through me in waves. I let out an an

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