All Chapters of Captivating The Hockey Star's Heart : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Sarah's POV ~ "What?! The nerve of him to actually ask you to send him nudes!" Jessica frowned deeply, her voice echoing slightly as we walked toward our main classroom block. I had decided to open up to her about the phone call after thinking about it all Sunday. Jessica stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to look at me, her eyes wide. "Tell me you're not actually thinking about sending them, Sarah?" "Of course not," I replied instantly, pulling my jacket tighter around myself. "I love him, but I'm not that stupid. I would never send something like that to him." "Good. You shouldn't, even if he keeps pressuring you. What if you guys break up down the line? He could easily use those against you. I've seen cases like that happen to other girls, and I don't want you to fall victim to that kind of blackmail," she warned, her expression dead serious. "That's the exact reason I keep refusing to give in," I sighed, looking down at my worn-out sneakers. "Honestly? You

~ Saxton's POV ~ I slammed my fist violently against the metal locker, the loud denting sound echoing through the room. I was breathing heavily, my skin still burning with the hot humiliation of what had happened out on the ice rink just a few minutes ago. "Sax, you need to calm down," Colton said, stepping in. He was a defenseman on the team and the only guy on this entire campus I actually trusted. I spun on him, my eyes burning with fury. "Calm down? Did you see what happened out there, Colton? I fell. On the ice. In front of everyone!" I snarled, the taste of complete humiliation bitter on my tongue. I had been playing hockey since I was old enough to walk. My grandfather had taught me everything. He was a legend on the ice and every single clean cut and aggressive move in my arsenal was a direct gift from him. Hockey was a brutal, dangerous game, but not once in my entire life had I ever fallen on the ice. I was always the most meticulous, calculating player out there. T

~ Sarah's POV ~ "What on earth took you so long to arrive?" Beatrice demanded, her forehead creased with a severe frown the exact second I stepped into the Callahan mansion. I was completely out of breath and covered in a light sweat. I had been forced to pack the few belongings I needed in frantic haste. Thank God for Jessica, who had called Josh. He was kind enough to speed over and drop me off right at the Callahans' massive iron gates, otherwise I wouldn't have made it at all. "Ma'am Margaret was absolutely furious when she called and realized you weren't here to take care of Seth," Beatrice continued, her tone dripping with disapproval. "Do you even want this job?" "Of course I do! I need it more than anything in the world," I replied desperately, trying to smooth down my clothes. "It's the only way I can afford to pay for my dad's medical treatments. He's in a coma." "Your father is in a coma, yet you couldn't even manage to make a good impression on your very first da

~ Saxton's POV ~ She was the absolute last person I ever expected to see in my family's house after what she did to my skates. Before coming home, I had already mapped out the exact words I was going to drop on the Dean's desk tomorrow morning to ensure she got permanently expelled from Ride University. I couldn't even wait for sunrise to kick her out of my life for good—only to step into my own home and discover that she was the brand-new nanny my mom had told me about. She had lied her way straight into my mother's and brother's lives. For what? So she could sabotage them the exact same way she sabotaged my skates? Unlike my heartless bastard of a dad, my mom and Seth were genuinely kind-hearted people, and she was actively taking advantage of that kindness. I didn't want her anywhere near this house. I hated her very existence. "Vance? Are you in there? Who on earth are you talking to?" My mother's voice, accompanied by a sharp knock, echoed through the thick wooden door.

~ Saxton's POV ~ "Are you completely out of your mind, Saxton?!" she hissed, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper as her eyes darted down the empty hallway. "You want me to be your slave? Are you actually being serious right now?" "You want to keep your nanny job and your scholarship, don't you?" I asked. "Yes! But that doesn't mean I'm going to bow down to you!" she snapped. "Maybe you've forgotten that I despise you with every fiber of my being! The only reason I haven't punched you in the face right here is because I'm under your mother's roof!" I reached out, snagging her chin in a tight grip. She instantly squirmed, fighting my grip, but I held fast. "And you think I don't despise you too?" I sneered down at her. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Four-Eyes. You are thoroughly not my type. Do I need to buy you a full-length mirror?" She violently jerked her head back, wrenching herself out of my hold, practically fuming. "You're not my type either! Even if you were the absolute