All Chapters of Off-Limits Puck: Daddy's Best Friend is my Ruin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Lines Drawn

GAVINWhen I finally got home that night, my body felt like it had been washed, wrung out, and hung up to dry. Every muscle ached. The weight of the failed operation, the NCAA investigation, and the ghost of my brother walking around as Silvio pressed down on me like a physical burden.If only I could take one full day to turn everything off and just rest. But the team had practice in the morning, and life didn’t stop for anyone.I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my shoulders. The steam filled the bathroom, but the heat did nothing to clear my head. Instead, memories of the restroom flooded back. Melanie on the counter, with her crimson gown bunched around her waist, and her loud moans echoing off the tiles as I thrust into her.Did I really have sex with her without a condom?The thought made my chest tighten. Why couldn’t I control myself around her? Whenever she was near, it felt like I couldn't think straight, and all logic d

Chapter 82: Locker Room Wars

GAVINBy the time I got to the university the next morning, the headache behind my eyes felt like it was trying to split my skull open.I was in no mood for any drama. All I wanted was a normal practice, a chance to lose myself in the familiar rhythm of drills and the sound of whistles. But the second I got close to the locker room, loud shouting and the sound of something heavy slamming against metal told me that peace was not on the agenda today.I quickened my steps and pushed the door open, and chaos greeted me.Reynold and Derek were in the middle of the room, locked in a brutal fistfight. Reynold had Derek pinned against a row of lockers, throwing punches while Derek landed a solid hit that split Reynold’s lip. Blood trickled down Derek’s nose, staining his practice jersey as the rest of the team stood around them, some shouting encouragement, while others looked uncomfortable but did nothing to break it up.“What the hell is going on here?” I thundered, and they broke apart, pa

Chapter 83: Rumours and Reckoning

MELANIE “Ssshhh… look at her.”“Who?”“Her. The girl those cute hockey guys fought over.”“Really? That girl with the tattoos?”I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway, but I could feel the stares burning into my back, as whispers followed me like shadows.Ever since I stepped foot on campus this morning, people had been murmuring about some big fight, and I had a sinking feeling it had everything to do with me.I gripped the strap of my bag tighter and quickened my pace toward class, trying to ignore the way heads turned and conversations died whenever I passed. This was the last thing I needed right now.Then I spotted Tony, Reynold’s loud-mouthed friend and the campus gossip king. If you wanted the latest news, Tony was your guy.“Hey, Tony,” I called, stopping him just as he was about to enter a classroom.His face lit up with a huge grin when he saw me. “If it isn’t the latest campus celebrity.”My face twisted into a frown. “What?”He raised his eyebrows in surprise

Chapter 84: Desperate Measures

MELANIEWe walked down the hallway together, and the whispering grew louder the moment other students saw us. Don't they have something else to do with their lives? I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped and turned toward a group of girls who weren’t even trying to hide their jealousy and disgust.“What the hell are you all looking at?” I snapped, my voice loud enough to echo down the corridor and draw more attention to us. “Don’t you have lives of your own?”“Says the slut who can’t keep her legs closed for the hockey team,” one of them snickered, flipping her hair.“Mel, don't. Just ignore them,” Derek murmured from behind me, his hand gripping my wrist. But it was too late. I was already seeing red. These bitches had just stepped directly on the lion’s tail.I turned my full glare on the girl who had spoken, and her smug smile disappeared instantly.“I see my life has given you the most entertainment you’ve had in months,” I said coldly. “Since you clearly don’t have one of your

Chapter 85: The Voluntary Bench

GAVINThe athletic department conference room felt smaller than usual that morning; maybe it was because of the situation on ground. I sat at the long table with my back straight and my hands resting calmly on the polished wood.Mr. Johnson Comb, the Athletic Director of Chatham University, sat at the head of the table looking stressed, sweat already beading on his forehead despite the air conditioning. To his left was Ms. Elena Vargas, a sharp-eyed woman in her mid-forties from the NCAA. To his right sat Mr. Richard Hale, a stern-looking man with graying hair and a no-nonsense expression, who was the second NCAA representative.“Coach Thorne,” Mr. Comb began, clearing his throat. “Thank you for coming on short notice. As you know, the NCAA has opened a review into player conduct under your supervision, particularly regarding Reynold Mills.”I nodded once, keeping my voice steady. “I’m aware of the complaints.”Ms. Vargas leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. Her tone was pr

Chapter 86: Alliances and Heartache

MELANIEDerek just stared at the interior of his car for what felt like forever, saying nothing. The silence stretched so tight that it was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. I sat on the passenger's seat, my heart racing fast, waiting for him to say something, anything at all.“Please say something, Der,” I said to him, unable to look him in the eye, my fingers twisting frantically in my lap. “I told you I have a lot of baggage,” I said in a small, uncertain voice, “I know you might feel disgusted with me now, but I really need—”“You don't get it, do you?” He said suddenly.I wrinkled my forehead as I finally found the courage to look up at him, and what I saw on his face was definitely not disgust or anger, as I expected.“Get what?”He reached across the console, his warm palms enveloping both of my hands. “Nothing you do will ever make me feel disgusted or feel anything other than what I feel for you.”My frown deepened. “Derek, I have a sex tape with Gavin, your coach, and

Chapter 87: Desperate Gambles

MELANIEI should have felt relieved hearing Derek offer to help me steal Reynold’s phone, but all I felt was a strange tightening in my chest and knots twisting my stomach. What if something went wrong, and Derek got caught somehow? I didn’t even want to imagine what Reynold would do to him or what Derek could lose if that happened. I couldn't be the cause of anything bad happening to him.“Derek,” I turned toward him in the passenger seat, my fingers nervously folding and unfolding the fabric of my blouse. “Are you really sure about this? If you get caught—”“That’s why I’ll be careful,” he cut me off gently, his hand reaching over to squeeze mine. “I know what I’m doing, Mel. You don’t have to carry this alone.”“But how the hell are we going to get his phone without him noticing?” I asked, my voice rising with panic now that I actually had someone willing to help.“Okay, okay… hear me out." Eva leaned forward between the seats, "Derek, you share the locker room with him, right? Nex

Chapter 88: Reckless Truths

MELANIEWhy the hell was Gavin making this decision now? Of all the worst possible times, he chose to bench Reynold right when that psycho had a sex tape of us hanging over my head.I sprinted across the lawn toward his office, hoping I would catch him there. I needed him to change his mind before his decision caused a complete disaster.His office door was slightly ajar when I arrived. I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing it loudly behind me. The sound made him look up from whatever he was reading. His hazel eyes widened in surprise.“Melanie?”Gosh. Why did he always have to look so good? Even now, with his sleeves rolled up and that tired but intense look on his face, my body reacted before my brain could catch up. I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. I wasn’t here to drool over him, and I certainly didn't need him knowing he affected me in any way. “We need to talk,” I said, crossing the room and placing my palms on his desk, trying to keep my face neutral. “And it’s

Chapter 89: Dangerous Games

GAVINI rested my hips against the edge of the desk, folding my arms across my chest, unable to wipe the amusing smile off my face.So Reynold wants to play with the big boys.The thought sent a dangerous thrill through me. That little prick had a sex tape of me and Melanie, and he thought he could use it as leverage? He had no idea who he was messing with."Gavin,” Melanie charged toward me; her expression was a mix of annoyance, curiosity, and barely contained anger. “You are freaking scaring me with that weird-ass smile. It reminds me of Silvio.”The name hit me like a bucket of ice water, wiping the smirk from my face instantly.“What?”“That expression,” she said, waving a hand in front of my face. “It looked exactly like his. Creepy.”My chest tightened.This was the second time she’d mentioned a similarity between Silvio and me, and it rattled me down to my bones. My brother had taken after our mother, inheriting softer features and a brighter, more deceptive smile. I had alway

Chapter 90: Power Plays

GAVINI leaned back against my desk, letting the silence stretch as Reynold shifted uncomfortably under my stare.He actually thought he had something on me? Funny kid.I walked back to my seat and sat down. “So, what exactly did you hear, Reynold?”“Let’s cut the crap, Coach. You know why I’m here.”“Since we’re being frank with each other,” I said, resting my back against the chair, “don’t you think you deserve to be benched?”He scoffed and adjusted in his chair, looking all smug and right. “You know who my parents are, right?”That wiped any trace of amusement off my face. This boy needed to be brought down a notch.“I don’t give a damn about your parents,” I said, squinting at him. “Or what? Do you intend to run to mummy and daddy and get them to fix this for you?” My tone was mocking.His chest heaved like he was barely holding back his anger. “I’m trying to help you, Gavin.” He finally dropped the “Coach T” act, calling me by my first name.“Help me?” I asked, tilting my head.

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