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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."

Notifications. Too many, I picked it up slowly. My eyes weren’t even fully open yet but I could already see the headlines on the screen. I blinked once.Then again. And then I sat up fast. “RYAN CARTER SECRETLY MARRIES UNKNOWN HOCKEY PLAYER” Another one. “WORLD CHAMPION SHOCKS FANS WITH SECRET WEDDING” Another. “WHO IS THE GIRL NEXT TO RYAN CARTER” My heart started beating fast like it wanted to leave my chest, in scrolled without thinking.

Fears about the future, dreams for after hockey, promises to face whatever came next side by side. The emotional rawness led naturally to tenderness—kisses turning heated, hands wandering, bodies pressing close. But this time it was slow, reverent—worshipping each other with touches and whispers until we were lost in it again. As we lay spent and tangled once more, sunlight fully streaming in, I knew one truth above all.

I showered until the water ran cold, dressed in layers that hid everything, and walked to the rink through snow that fell in thick, silent sheets. Practice passed in a blur of white ice and controlled violence. I skated hard enough that my lungs burned and my vision tunneled. Damian’s voice cut through the noise only when it needed to. He never once looked at me longer than necessary. The careful distance he had always worn was back in place, thicker than before, as if the raw honesty of the night in my room had never happened. I told myself I was glad. I was lying.

“I get that but you have to let me do my job. I have your best interest at heart.” “You do?” He smiled and that look was back. “I thought you were trying to leave me paralysed or something.” I scoffed and picked up my board. “How do you feel this morning?” “My spine hurts.” I dropped the board and edged closer to him. I dropped one hand on his shoulder and with the other, I traced his spine. “Yes.” He groaned. “Right there.” I froze for half a second. Heat rose to my cheeks and I licked my lips nervously. He craned his neck to look at me.

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

My hips dance to it and I cry out. “Don’t stop talking,” I beg, my voice all breathy and wet. “Keep telling me. I need to hear you, Cairo." He comes up to get some air. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my tongue while you finish that ice cream like the sweet, perfect girl you are. And he’s gonna sit there knowing he’ll never get this from you again. Never.” Then he dives back in, his mouth working faster and hungrier. My legs are trembling so violently that they keep knocking against his head. My stomach is tight, that warm, crazy sweetness building stronger every second.

As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me. “Ace Huxley!” I screamed. He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me. “Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?” “Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”

“My name is Spicy, and I’m here to give you the full VIP experience. My rules are no touching, no happy endings, and if you need extra time, you’ll have to……” “No need for the speech,” he interrupted smoothly. “I already know who you are. You were all over the news last weekend after Jace Harrington got into a fight over you. That got my attention. My name is Nico. Nice to finally meet you, Spicy.” He leaned in and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. His touch was light, but it made my skin crawl. “I had to see for myself what made the almighty Jace Harrington lose his mind over a stripper. You smell sweet… I wonder how you taste.” He teased.