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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

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

When the food came, it was incredible—avocado toast with poached eggs, fresh fruit, and some kind of pastry that melted in my mouth. "So," Paloma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Tell me about yourself. What's it like dating a famous hockey player? Is it as glamorous as everyone thinks?" I laughed, almost choking on my coffee. "Glamorous? Not exactly. More like chaotic and complicated and occasionally terrifying." "Terrifying?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "The attention," I explained. "The cameras. The fans. Everyone having opinions about your relationship. It's a lot."

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

And I felt something snap inside me. I've been trying. God, I'd been trying so hard to accept that she was his. That I'd lost her. That I deserved to lose her because of what I'd done. But watching him look at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world, watching him play better because she was watching….. I couldn't take it anymore. The puck was in my possession. Three minutes left in the game. Crestwood down by one. This was supposed to be our moment. Garrett's and mine. Two alphas playing together, showing the other packs what we were capable of.

I am greeted by the players as I make way through the stench. While fumbling, to get my key in the lock, Alfie questions “Is that what you're wearing tonight to have dinner with my mom.” “You do mean dinner with you and your mom, right?” I ask hesitantly. These boys and their attempts to set me up this summer have got me riled up. Let’s just say Candy wasn’t the last puck bunny that Quickie brought by. I had the unique pleasure to see the disappointment in the eyes of Tiffany, Foxy, Bambi, just to name a few. Even Kingston “King”, my left defenseman from Russia, brought over his 60-something year old aunt in an attempt to ‘save me from the single life’. She was nice enough and damn, her

My girl loves her Choos. “Okay, let me freshen up and then you can take me out and show me the town for a few hours.” “Perfect, it’s a small town so don’t get your hopes up. We don’t live in the big city.” “Oo, I love small towns, we might even get some hot gossip on the hockey players and Blake.” I roll my eyes. Trust Rachel to want to find out more about the hockey players. “I hear they’re always hung big and give the best oral,” she continues and applies a coral lip color to her pouty lips. The woman is stunning.

"It depends. Are you going to ambush me with more good questions if I say yes?" "Guaranteed." "Then yes. It's an invitation." That became the pattern for the rest of the week, late nights in restaurants neither of us could pronounce the names of, him occasionally going quiet whenever I asked about home, family, anything before hockey, until I learned to just stop asking and let him tell me on his own time, which he never quite did. By the time the trial period was ending, I was completely, hopelessly in love with him, and some reckless part of me believed he felt the same.

She’s mine, and I’m going to hold on to her like my life depends on it. By evening, I’m on the rink, gearing up for the big showdown against the Full Moon Pack. The air is electric, the crowd roaring. My teammates are hyped, but my head’s a fucking mess. “You good, man?” Theo asks, stretching his arms. “Yeah, you’ve been MIA all day,” Damon adds. “Yeah,” I say, smirking. “I was with my girlfriend. Priorities, you know?” Theo waves his hockey stick at me, laughing. “You’re seriously whipped, dude.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Jax stepped closer, towering over him. His lip curled. “Figure skaters prancing around in sparkly shit, bending over for each other in the locker room. Bet you love sharing showers, huh? Getting all close and personal with your ‘partners.’” A couple of hockey players nearby chuckled, glancing over with interest. Elias’s jaw tightened. He was used to the occasional jab, sports worlds colliding, but this felt targeted. Personal. The guy’s eyes burned with something darker than casual homophobia.