All Chapters of My Hockey Temptation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aria POVI curled up sideways on my couch with a bowl of pasta balanced carefully on my lap.It was one of those quiet evenings where the world outside felt far away, like it belonged to somebody else who had their life more organized than mine.The TV was on but I wasn’t really watching it.My brain was still stuck on everything that had happened today.My phone buzzed sharply on the small table beside me, bringing me back to reality.I checked the screen to see who it was. I sighed before picking up.“Hello,” I answered flatly.“Aria,” Daniel’s voice came through immediately, business-first as usual. “I need an update on the hotel incident report.”My fork paused mid-air.I closed my eyes briefly. “What report?”“The Rossi hotel situation,” he clarified. “You were on assignment during that time. I need a proper breakdown. Everything that happened, observations, usable material.”I leaned my head back against the couch slowly. “There’s nothing to write about,” I said honestly.“That’

A few more players drifted in, louder now, the rink starting to echo with skate bags hitting benches and locker doors opening.One of them noticed me and slowed slightly.“You’re the journalist, right?” he asked.“Yes.”He grinned a little. “Coach said we’re not allowed to run from you.”I gave him a small, polite smile. “That would make my job easier, actually.”He laughed and moved on.The coach gestured slightly toward the rink. “They’ll warm up in about ten minutes. You’ll have a small window before full drills start.”“Perfect,” I replied.I looked down at my notes again, flipping to the next page.Still no Mason.Not yet.My grip tightened slightly on the pen without meaning to.Then I forced myself to loosen it.The coach stepped away briefly to speak with another staff member, and I used the moment to adjust my pages again, aligning everything neatly.Coach Lawson didn’t waste time once the rink started filling properly.He skimmed through the papers I had given him again, the

The next person I had to interview was Collin Huderson.Collin Huderson was the exact opposite of Jeffrey.I noticed it the moment he walked in.Where Jeffrey felt sharp and closed off, Collin came in like the room already belonged to him. Loose steps, easy grin, hair slightly messy in a way that looked intentional rather than careless. He greeted two staff members on his way over, even laughed at something one of them said like he had all the time in the world.Then his eyes landed on me.“Ah,” he said, like he was pleasantly surprised. “You must be the journalist everyone’s been acting serious for all morning.”I raised a brow slightly. “I didn’t know I had that effect.”He smiled wider. “You don’t. I think I do.”I gave him a slight smile. At least he made me feel more at ease.The kind that makes interviews feel less like work and more like conversation you accidentally enjoy.I motioned toward the bench across from him. “Can we start?”“Sure,” he said immediately, sitting down w

Isabella.She blinked at me, clearly just as surprised.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Her expression shifted in recognition, then confusion as she adjusted her stance. “Oh,” she said softly.I quickly recovered, tightening my grip on my bag.“I’m really sorry,” I said again. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”“It’s fine,” she replied automatically, but her eyes stayed on me still.The silence between us started to stretch.I gave a small, polite nod. “I should go,” I added quickly.Before anything else could form between us, I stepped around her carefully and continued toward the exit.….Mason POVI was halfway out of my training gear when the door opened without warning.No knock.I didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. The scent was to guy who it was“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, pulling off my wrist tape.Isabella stepped inside fully, shutting the door behind her with a little more force than necessary.She stood there for a second, staring at me like

“I’m here for a pickup,” Ryan said, voice casual, already leaning forward toward the counter like she wasn’t there.Isabella blinked trying to assimilate what was happening.She slowly turned her head toward him. “You could wait your turn,” she said flatly.Ryan looked at her.“Oh it’s even you.” She hissed.Ryan didn’t even look apologetic. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.“I didn’t see a queue Miss Isabella,” he replied, shifting his attention fully to the waitress. “Name’s Ryan. Order for pickup.”The waitress glanced between them, a little unsure.Isabella scoffed softly. “Are you serious right now?”That finally made him glance at her. “Relax,” he groaned. “It’s not that deep.”Her eyes narrowed.“It becomes deep when you act like other people don’t exist,” she shot back.He leaned slightly on the counter, completely unbothered. “You’re still talking,” he said. “So clearly I didn’t erase you from existence.”That did it.Isabella let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Wo