All Chapters of His Hockey Star by Day, His Forbidden Omega by Night. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jules~The last thing I expect to see when I turn toward the floor is Enzo Bellini sitting in the club like he owns the building, which, considering the amount of money people claim he has, wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. He's dressed in black, looking as though he has never had to wait for anything in his life, and there's a glass beside his hand that he seems more interested in ignoring than drinking.Of course he's here.Because apparently, slapping the man wasn't enough to get him out of my head, and now the universe has decided that I need to see him again while I'm trying to earn enough money to keep my actual problems from swallowing me whole.I turn away before he can catch me staring and return to work, reminding myself that Enzo Bellini is just another customer, albeit one with enough power to make people nervous simply by entering a room. His money doesn't impress me, his reputation doesn't interest me, and whatever happened between us in Room Seven was a mistake I h

Jules~Matteo's call about tomorrow's dinner has been irritating me since I woke up, mostly because he somehow managed to turn an invitation into an order and still expected me to appreciate the effort. Apparently, telling me where to be and when to arrive counts as being considerate in his world, and the fact that I have hockey practice, work, and an actual life outside our relationship seems to escape him entirely. I wanted to tell him exactly what I thought about his plans, but I had already spent enough time being annoyed with him, and I wasn't going to let another argument ruin my morning.Besides, today wasn't about Matteo.Today was the game we'd been preparing for, the one our coach had spent weeks reminding us could make a real difference to our position in the standings. We'd worked through exhausting practices, repeated drills until our legs felt like they might fall off, and endured enough lectures about teamwork to last the rest of the season. I wanted the win, and I wan

Jules~By the time I got home after the game, I was still angry enough to consider throwing something at the wall, preferably something expensive enough to make the evening feel worthwhile. That teammate had some nerve putting his hands on me and then acting as though I had embarrassed him by refusing his attention, and I was even more annoyed that Connor had needed to step in before things turned ugly. I appreciated the intervention, obviously, but I wasn't particularly interested in discussing it with anyone, so I showered, ate whatever I could find in the kitchen, and went to bed before my temper found another target.I woke up the next morning feeling as though I'd spent the night wrapped in a heated blanket, except there was no blanket, and my apartment wasn't nearly warm enough to explain why I wanted to peel off my shirt. I pushed the covers aside, drank some water, and blamed the discomfort on the previous day's game. We'd played hard, and my muscles were sore enough to suppor

Jules~By the time I returned to the staff room, I was furious enough to forget how uncomfortable I felt, which was probably the only useful thing Enzo had accomplished that evening. He had turned half the club into an audience, frightened off a few customers with his ridiculous display of dominance, and left me to deal with the consequences of everyone wondering why he cared enough to interfere. I wanted to find him and tell him exactly where he could shove his authority, but I had already made it clear that I didn't need him, and I wasn't about to contradict myself by going after him.Julia followed me inside and shut the door behind us, studying my face while I tried to fix my appearance in the mirror. “You look like you're about to murder somebody,” she observed, and I gave her a sharp look as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.“I'm considering it. There's a very long list of candidates, and Enzo has recently secured a place near the top.”“Forget Enzo for a second. Are you feel

Jules~The second Enzo’s scent hit me full force I was fucked.Not metaphorically. Literally. My body folded like wet paper under that thick, dark Alpha pheromone flood. Heat punched low into my gut so hard my knees almost gave. Slick gushed between my thighs, soaking the ruined fabric of my pants in seconds. My cock jerked hard against the zipper, already leaking like a needy slut.“Control yourself first,” I’d said, but the words were garbage the moment they left my mouth. Enzo closed the last inch of space and the full weight of his dominance crushed down on me. I could feel every instinct in my body wanting to be fucked and bent over. Traitorous little bitch.He didn’t ask again. He just looked at me with those black-gold eyes and growled, low and rough.“Tell me to stop.”I should have. Instead I grabbed the front of his expensive shirt with both hands and yanked him closer until our mouths almost touched.“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” I breathed. “I need it. Please—Alpha, just