Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
“Mia, I'm so fucking jealous of you. No boy trouble.”
I let out a dry chuckle, but it doesn’t stop there. Before I know it, the laughter turns bitter, tears burning my eyes.
“Mia, what’s wrong?” Aria asks, straightening up. “You’re crying.”
I shake my head, wiping at my face angrily. “I… I met my mate yesterday.”
“What?” Both of them gasp, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
“It’s fucking Damon,” I whisper. “And I rejected him. But he didn’t want to accept it.”