The queen of icy heart

Chapter 1 (Valentina's POV)"Yes, Watson. I know the first game is tomorrow. I will be there. Like I always am."That's how every winter started for me. With my boss making sure I don't miss the beginning of hockey season.Let me tell you a little secret. I hate hockey.Well, honestly it's not really hockey I hate. It's the hockey players. They are a bunch of arrogant self-entitled idiots who think they are better than the rest of the world.And that's my experience with them for the last 10 years of working in this line of work.So anyone trying to change my mind would need to try really hard. And still, I doubt it would work.Sure they were good eye candy but that's it.And to their defense, I can say they were mostly smart guys actually. But what I don't understand is that they refuse to use that smartness. They rather play the dumb athlete cards.Which is why we never get along well.I refuse to act shy or dumb because I am anything but that. I am smart and am not afraid to show th

Chapter 3 (Valentina's POV)What an idiot!Classic hockey idiotic small-brained parasite!But damn he was gorgeous.I was right. Those eyes were pure perfection.And his black hair looked messy in a way "I just got out of bed".He was also tall. And if I am saying that you know it must be true since I am 1, 80 meters tall. He had to be close to 2 meters. And all yummy muscles. Since he only wore a long-sleeved shirt all his muscles were pretty much on display and sadly I must admit it wasn't the worst view.But like it happened with every hockey player it happened with this one as well.He ruined everything the second he opened his mouth.Why the hell would anyone call me princess?Like some on man! I am wearing a not-really-flattering pair of jeans and a hoodie that I'm sure has some spots of dirt on it. Give me a second to check. Yep. I found at least two flecks. So I was the furthest thing from a princess that ever existed. But did mister stupid care? No, he did not.Even though

Chapter 5 (Valentina's POV)Why? Why does he have to have a soft side?A side that I liked too much I knew it was a mistake to ask about his past.Because once he shared his story with me I kind of felt obligated to tell him a part of my story.It wasn't the most painful part but it was still pretty bad. And hard for me to share. There weren't many people that knew about my past. There was Anabelle, who knew my story because she lived a similar life once we escaped from her parents, and there was couch Irving, who simply didn't want to give up on me since the day we met.And I guess now Nathaniel. Sure he knew just a piece of my past but it was still more than other people. Usually, I just let them see my bitchy side and that's it. I learned a long time ago that people hardly ever feel sympathy on your behalf. More often they would enjoy your pain and misfortune. So it's better to hide behind a bitchy attitude than make myself vulnerable.Guess we had the same idea in mind but chose

Chapter 7 (Valentina's POV)What an idiot!How dare he call me out on my weird behavior? On MYturf? He was here only one day and already he is ruining my reputation with guys.Reputation worked hard to maintain.And yes I do feel bad for shaping him but he deserved it nonetheless.I was shooting daggers at the arrogant bastard while Benjamin and Sean were trying to hold in their laughter and pretending to not be listening to everything."Aw, princess. What was that for?"Really? Does my glare not say enough for him?Well, I guess some people can be dumb sometimes."If you have to ask, you are dumber than I thought! Asshole!"With that said I turned around and walked in the other direction.And their laughter followed me until I rounded the corner.Idiots. All of them.Benjamin and Sean, we're actually those few hockey players that ingot along with.Well, actually they took me under their wing soon after I started working for the team and we hang around even in the summer. So you could

Chapter 9 (Valentina's POV)Damn it!How do I find a way out of this situation now?I can't tell him I would kiss even a frog for my notes. That would be a new kind of low even for me.And on the other hand, I also don't really hate the idea of kissing him which is completely messed up I know.I was supposed to hate him from the bottom of my heart simply because he is a hockey player.But in the past few weeks, he kind of grew on me. All those times when the coach sent him to the bench weren't because he was a bad player but because he could observe his teammates on the ice and learn new tactics from another perspective and I have to admit he was a good student.But all those times when he was sent to the bench he rather chose to sit with me and give me some insights on the game that I would usually miss.And all those insights were safely collected in my notebook. The notebook that was now full of innuendos and weird stickers. And in the hands of my enemy.What surprised me was my re