All Chapters of 21 Days In The Hockey Captain's Bed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AUTHOR’S POV“Currently on my way to a night practice, hope you're free?”Yennifer stared at her phone.Then she pulled it away from her ear and checked the screen to be sure she was actually talking to the right person, George Ashford.The same man who had once told her to leave his office, refused to grant her an interview approximately a hundred times, and proposed a fake relationship as casually as someone ordering coffee.And now he was inviting her to watch him practice hockey at night.“Mr. Ashford, do you understand what time it is?”“I'm aware.”“Okay, and you promise to bring me back home, on time and in one piece”“Whatever you want, love, or you could sleep at my house; we're obviously in a relationship anyway,” he said so confidently it shocked herYennifer could only open her mouth, close it, and open it again. “Are you always this cocky?”A low chuckle drifted through the phone, and she hated that sound. Not because it was unpleasant- quite the opposite, actually, which

AUTHOR'S POV“On the bed.”Yennifer stared at George then at the bed and, very slowly, she turned back to him.“I'm sorry. I must have misheard you.”George glanced at her before nonchalantly unpacking his office bag “You’re to sleep the bed. It's large enough for two. Except your prefer the floor”“I heard what you said, and no, the bed is fine.”“Then what seems to be the problem?” George patiently askedThe problem? The problem was that she was standing in the bedroom of a man she had accidentally walked in on while he was showering, a man who had spent the last few weeks making her question her sanity, and he was now suggesting that they share a bed as though they were discussing the weather.Yennifer gripped the hem of the oversized shirt she'd changed into. His shirt!“Your guest rooms. What happened to them?”“They're still there.”“Wonderful. I'll take one.”“No.”Her mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”“You're staying in my room tonight.” She pressed her lips together so tightly th

AUTHOR'S POV“Oh, fuck!”For one glorious second, George simply stared at her, his face point blank and this caused Yennifer to panic. She scrambled backwards or at least, she tried to.But her legs were caught in the sheets, sending her tumbling towards the edge of the bed but before she could hit the floor, George caught her by the arm and pulled her back as she landed squarely on him. Unfortunately, saving her from falling caused her elbow to land squarely on his bruised ribs. His breath caught as rounds of pain spiralled anymore his body.“Fuck!” George hissed out, causing Yennifer to freeze on the spot. Looking at the spot he held as he tried to breathe, the colour drained from her face as she recalled the source of his pain.His bruises.“Oh my God!” She scrambled to sit upright, subconsciously lifting the hem of his shirt as she reached for his left side, and rubbing her hand over the bruise in a soothing manner. “I'm so sorry! George, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to. I wa

“Miss Lawson, get out.” George gritted outAnnabelle's mouth fell open. For a moment, she stood frozen beside George's desk, her perfectly arranged expression cracking at the edges.“You cannot be serious.” Annabelle blurted out, ridiculously George's jaw tightened. “Do I look like I'm joking?”Yennifer's eyes widened at the intensity in his voice. Annabelle shot Yennifer a poisonous look, snatched her handbag from the floor, and hurried out the door.The moment the door slammed behind her, silence settled over the office. George remained standing, one hand resting against the edge of his desk. His fingers curled against the wood before he drew a slow breath through his nose.“I need a moment,” he muttered.He walked to the windows, loosened his tie, and stared down at the busy streets below. He had agreed to this interview because Yennifer had a contract to fulfil, not because he suddenly enjoyed having people invade his office and ask ridiculous questions.Behind him, Yennifer sat

“One more thing, Mr. O’Brien.” His tone was calm, but it left little room for argument.“Only Miss Winterbourne, and she alone, is authorized to handle my interview. No one else, or there's no interview.”Then he ended the call. Yennifer stared at George, wide-eyed. For several seconds, she couldn't find her voice.He had just called the CEO of Languard Media House, her boss's boss, as casually as someone ordering a cup of coffee. Yes, she knew he was rich and connected, but how powerful was he? Yennifer thought, fear gripping her tightly “What did you just do?” she finally stammered.George slipped his phone into his pocket. “I believe you heard me.”“Mr. Ashford, that was Mr. O'Brien. The CEO of Languard.” Yennifer stared at him in disbelief. “You know him?”Raising his face to stare at her, “ You might want to write this down. In my line of work, you'll have to be well connected to stay at the top, meaning Miss Winterbourne,” he drawled out while raising an eyebrow, “you'll meet a