All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121AVAHis forehead rested against mine, breath uneven, voice low and rough.I didn’t answer him. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt instead, holding him there. I kept my eyes on his, steady, and shifted closer until the soft press of my body answered for me, thighs brushing his, my chest rising against him with every breath. One hand slid up, palm flat over his heartbeat, then higher, fingers tracing the side of his neck in a slow, deliberate stroke that said don’t stop.He waited a second longer, searching my face. I only leaned in again…mouth finding his softer this time, almost questioning and that was enough. The last of his restraint went. His hands settled at my waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waistband of my jeans. A quiet sound slipped out of me against his lips and I arched into the touch, rolling my hips once in a clear, wordless invitation.The clothes fell away in a frantic blur of hurried touches and desperate whispers. Every linge

CHAPTER 123AVAThe heavy steel door clicked shut behind Liam with a sound that felt entirely too final, sealing me alone in the vast, silent expanse of the penthouse. The moment the lock engaged, the fragile containment I had desperately held together shattered. I slid down the hallway wall until my knees hit the hardwood floor, burying my face in my hands as a choked, jagged sob tore straight from my chest.I cried until my throat burned and my chest ached, the overwhelming terror of our reality mixing with the suffocating agony of having hurt him.After what felt like hours of crying alone in Liam’s room, I forced my trembling legs to stand. I wiped the wet tears from my cheeks, wrapping the blanket tighter around my shoulders, and dragged myself out toward the open-plan living room to get a glass of water.I rounded the corner of the kitchen island and nearly jumped out of my skin, letting out a sharp gasp.Olivia was standing by the counter, holding a tablet and a cup of coffee,

CHAPTER 125AVAThe back seat of the cab felt like a pressure cooker. As the vehicle wove aggressively through the bustling mid-morning traffic of the capital, my heart kept performing violent somersaults against my ribs. Every tick of the meter, every flash of streetlights through the tinted windows, amplified the deafening hum of anxiety in my chest. When the cab finally pulled up under the gleaming, polished portico of the Grand Meridian Hotel, I pushed through the revolving glass doors, breezed past the immaculate white-marble lobby, and bypassed the main elevators. Using the master digital keypass Olivia had pushed to my phone, I let myself into the private service lift and punched in the code for the executive fourteenth floor.The elevator doors chimed softly and slid open to reveal a quiet, dimly lit corridor. My boots clicked softly against the thick, sound-dampened carpet as I hunted for the plaque bearing the digits Olivia had tracked down.Suite 1404.I stopped dead in f

CHAPTER 127LIAMI stood by the kitchen island, a cup of dark coffee cooling in my hand, watching the digital feed of the city wake up beneath us.My phone buzzed against the marble counter. I glanced down at the screen. A priority alert notification from an encrypted bypass channel.Sender: Senator Hayes.I simply swiped it away, letting the preview vanish into the background data stream. My father could ping my devices until his servers fried, but today, I had entirely different plans.A moment later, Olivia hurried out from the tech nook, holding a secondary datapad. "Liam, your father's Dad just called asking you to check his text..""Ignore it," I interrupted smoothly, cutting her off without looking up.Olivia blinked, staring at me for a beat before a knowing, subtle smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She dropped the datapad onto the counter. "Right. Got it. Enjoy your morning."I set my mug down and walked down the quiet corridor toward Ava’s room. When I pushed it open g

CHAPTER 129.AVAOlivia looked at me for a long, silent moment, taking in the soaked jacket, the wild hair, and the raw, unmasked agony in my eyes. She reached out, gently grabbing my arm."You're in no state to drive, and you look like you're about to collapse," Olivia said softly, her voice carrying a quiet authority that brooked no argument. "Come on. Let's go home. I'll drive."Twenty minutes later, we were back inside the penthouse. The warm, ambient lighting of the living room felt stark against the cold dampness clinging to my skin. Ava had already gone to bed, leaving a single light burning on the kitchen counter for us.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the rain-streaked glass, a glass of amber scotch heavy in my hand.Footsteps approached softly from behind. Olivia placed a hot mug of coffee on the counter beside me, leaning her hip against the marble."You want to talk about it?" Olivia asked, her voice low and steady. "And don't tell me it's 'nothing'