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You look tense. Just tired from triple sessions I said smooth. Legs are dead. You getting good footage? Viktor smiled. Perfect stuff. The isolation. The grind. Fans love it. Anything you want to share about team secrets? Kade laughed. No secrets. Just hard work. You know that. The big defenseman added. Yeah. We are building something here. No drama. Viktor watched us close. Good. Because the league wants full honesty. No hidden stories. The young winger jumped in. No hidden stories. Just hockey. We are focused.

He didn’t even care that I hadn’t consented to that video! “I don’t want to hear excuses, you won’t be going to Toronto this weekend anymore… I'll be sending you to grandmas, surely you can work on the farm…” His words slowly drowned out and I turned to leave ignoring his calls. I hated them… This time j meant it… just one night I had leg loose and foolishly trusted them only for them to ruin my life. What I couldn’t understand was why? Why they had done it?! Perhaps to put me I. My image? Or to break me? As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter.

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

WRENLEY Squeezing past a row of knees with two sodas, Tess settled into her seat. "I still don't get why you wanted to come to this.” she hands me one of the soda in her hand. "You hate sports. I mean you yourself told me and I quote “Hockey is basically an excuse for attractive idiots to launch themselves into walls. "But isn't that right?” I replied pointing to the rink. “It's just men with sticks chasing a puck," I take the soda I didn't ask for. "You wanted company. I'm being a good friend. Don't make it weird."

And I couldn't blame her. The game was being held in Boston, neutral territory, big arena, sold-out crowd. Duncan had pulled out all the stops for his publicity stunt, and it was working. Every sports channel was covering it. Every hockey analyst was weighing in on whether the Edinburgh Raptors could actually compete with the Chicago Wolves. The consensus was no. We were expected to dominate. I sat in the locker room, suited up, staring at my phone. One more try. One more attempt to reach her before I went out on that ice.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

I looked around and saw girls wearing knockoff jerseys — Wade’s style, with his number and surname printed on them. “Oh my god, here they come!” Chloe said excitedly. I would rather have jumped off the bleachers just to get out. But Chloe was impossible to pull away once a hockey game was involved. She was an absolute fan, while I was anything but. “Number twenty-one is cute!” She whispered — oh yeah, and she also loved checking out the players. I looked at the ice rink, then spotted one of Kingsley’s players getting ready. He had black hair and familiar brown eyes. He looked right at me and gave a small smile.