Todos os capítulos de Secretly Pucking The Hockey God.: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Maya’s phone hadn't stopped buzzing for twenty minutes, but she assumed it was just her group chat with her brother—Ethan and Jessie firing off memes.She hummed quietly to herself, setting a fresh mug of coffee down on the kitchen table as she flipped open her laptop."Time to face the morning," she muttered.She opened her browser.She didn't even get to type in the URL.The front page of three major entertainment outlets—along with the top trending bar on social media—was dominated by one single, blazing headline:—MEET ROXY: THE ANONYMOUS HOCKEY HATER DATING HUNTER CALLUM.—Maya’s breath hitched in her throat. The coffee mug in her hand wobbled, spilling hot liquid over her knuckles, but she didn't even feel the sting."No," she whispered, her hands flying to the trackpad. "No, no, no..."She clicked the first link.A collage of her face—scraped directly from her LinkedIn profile—sat right next to a headshot of Hunter in his team uniform. Right beneath it was a compiled list of h

The rumble of twenty thousand fans inside the arena sounded like thunder echoing through the concrete corridors.Maya stood in the corridor just outside the team’s private lounge, her fingers nervously smoothing down the front of her dark jeans. She wore a simple beige sweater, having firmly left the oversized number twenty-seven jersey tucked inside her bag."You're pacing," Hunter said, stepping up behind her. He was already half-dressed in his gear, black padded pants and compression shirt on, his hair damp from a pre-game shower."I'm not pacing," Maya lied, turning around. "I'm adjusting to the seismic activity caused by your fans."Hunter chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "You look great.""I look like a woman waiting to be fed to lions," she corrected smoothly. "Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be hyper-focusing in the locker room right now?""I am focusing," Hunter said, his dark eyes fixing on her face with that lazy, intense

The post-game noise from the arena had finally faded into the cool night air, but inside the stadium’s private corridor, the adrenaline was still humming. Maya stood near the heavy wooden door of Hunter’s office, her fingers absently tracing the edge of her coat pocket. Her forehead still felt strangely warm, right where his lips had pressed into her skin in front of twenty thousand screaming fans. "You're going to burn a hole in that carpet if you keep standing there," Hunter's deep voice cut through the quiet hallway. Maya turned around to see him walking down the hall, his dark hair still damp from the shower, wearing a clean black sweater and dark jeans. He looked completely relaxed, devoid of the aggressive intensity he had worn on the ice just an hour ago. "I wasn't pacing," Maya countered automatically, crossing her arms over her chest. "I was contemplating whether I should charge you for taking years off my life." Hunter let out a low chuckle, stepping into her

Maya never realized hockey players gossiped more than old women.Stepping into the facility corridor, she paused to pull off her coat. For two straight days, ever since leaving the steakhouse, she had been plagued by a strange, sharp uneasiness. It was an itching sensation at the base of her neck, like an invisible pair of eyes tracing her every move.On top of that, dodging her family had become an Olympic sport. Ethan had sent twenty text messages demanding signed jerseys and insider Titan gossip.while her mother had left cryptic voicemails subtly probing into "where this sudden romance with Hunter Callum is heading." Because of the strict non-disclosure agreement hanging over her head, Maya couldn't tell them a single word of the truth.And lately—Maya thought, her chest tightening as she walked toward the rink glass.Why did it feel like this whole thing was sliding right past fake anyway?Down on the ice, blades scraped sharply against the frost as the New York Titans ran hi

She wasn't supposed to wear the jersey. She didn't want to even though it was tempting. "Come on, First Lady!" Dean yelled. "It's custom-made! It has 'CALLUM' stitched right across the back, complete with a massive, shiny number twenty-seven!" He threw his hands up in complete disbelief as he stood by the kitchen island of Hunter’s penthouse. "I am not wearing a hockey jersey inside a private apartment, Dean," Maya said, leaning back against the counter as she folded her arms over her chest. "It's aggressive." "It's team spirit!" Dean countered instantly, grabbing a fresh red apple from the fruit bowl and tossing it casually into the air. "Luther, back me up here!" Luther didn't even bother looking up from his phone screen, relaxing comfortably on the plush charcoal sofa. "Leave her alone, Dean. She's not wearing the jersey just because you want a quick photo for the team group chat." "It would be legendary!" Dean groaned, dramatic as always. "Imagine the tabloid headl