All Chapters of FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MIKKA.I followed the university staff member out of the arena with my heart beating too fast, my mind racing through every possible reason they could be calling me back to the administration office. I had only just started feeling normal again after the hearing, and the thought of another problem waiting behind those doors made my stomach twist. I kept trying to convince myself that there had to be a simple explanation, but every answer my mind created somehow ended with another disaster. By the time we reached the administration building, my hands were cold, and I had already prepared myself for the worst.However, the moment I stepped inside, I knew something was different. The staff member did not take me toward the hearing room, and instead led me down a familiar hallway toward the main administrative office. When the door opened, I saw my supervisor sitting behind the desk with a small smile on his face, and the sight of him immediately confused me. He stood and motioned toward

MIKKA.I kept my eyes on the screen after the veteran challenged me, even though my heart had started beating faster. For a second, I wondered if everyone in the room was waiting for me to become angry or embarrassed, but I refused to give them what they expected. I took a slow breath and looked at the head coach instead, keeping my voice calm as I asked him to replay the sequence. The video started again, and I forced myself to focus on the ice instead of the people watching me.“Can we run it back from the moment the puck crosses the blue line?” I asked.The coach nodded and replayed the clip. I leaned forward and pointed toward the screen, showing them the small delay that happened whenever the puck moved toward the left side. The defenders shifted too early, and for only a few seconds, a narrow passing lane appeared between them. It was not an obvious mistake, and that was exactly why most people missed it, but once I saw the pattern, I could not stop seeing it.“Look at the defe

MIKKA.I woke up to the light from my phone flashing across the dark room, and for a few seconds, I had no idea what time it was. I reached for it sleepily, expecting another message about the internship, but the moment I opened the first notification, the little bit of peace I had been feeling disappeared. A photograph filled the screen, showing me and Seven walking out of the restaurant the previous evening, with his hand resting casually on the car door while I stood beside him smiling. My stomach tightened as I scrolled down and saw that the picture had already been posted on campus gossip pages, hockey forums and sports accounts, with strangers adding their own stories to a moment they had not even witnessed. Some called me the woman behind Seven Calloway's comeback, while others said I was using him to build a career in professional hockey, with some persons even claiming that I had planned the entire thing for attention.I kept scrolling until my fingers started to hurt, but so

MIKKA.I found out what Seven had done when one of the analysts walked into the video room with his phone in his hand and a surprised look on his face. “Oh, you both are here?”I looked up at him, puzzled.“Yeah. What's up?”He placed the phone in front of me without saying anything, and the moment I saw Seven standing outside the arena surrounded by reporters, my stomach tightened. I watched the interview in silence, listening as he spoke about my work, my reports and the changes we had made together, and I felt embarrassed when he openly admitted that I had helped him believe in himself again. He did not make me sound like some magical person who had fixed his career, but he made it clear that he trusted my ability, and somehow that meant more to me than all the praise I had received from the coaching staff.When the video ended, I looked at Seven, who had been standing near the doorway without me noticing.“You didn't have to do that.”He shrugged, but there was nothing casual abo

MIKKA.I knew something was wrong the moment I returned to the arena and saw Seven waiting near the video room. He wasn't doing anything unusual, but the way he looked at me made my steps slow, because his eyes followed me with a seriousness I had not seen that morning. I placed my notebook on the desk and tried to act normal, but he didn't say hello or make one of his usual jokes. Instead, he walked toward me and asked where I had been, whether anyone had followed me from campus and whether I had received any more anonymous messages. The questions came so quickly that I stared at him in confusion.“Why are you asking me all of this?”Seven looked away for a moment before answering.“Because I'm worried about you.”“That doesn't answer my question.”He sighed, then pulled out a chair and sat down. I remained standing because something in his expression told me I wasn't going to like what came next. Finally, he admitted that he had spoken with the team's security coordinator after seei