All Chapters of My Hockey Temptation : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

48 Chapters

One

Aria’s POV“Let’s stay focused,” I reminded Mason, flipping open my notebookThe red light blinks on.“Rolling?” I glanced at my cameraman.“Rolling,” he confirmed.“Captain Mason,” I looked at him trying to maintain my composure. “Your team is a few games from the championship. What changed this season?”Mason leaned back slightly.“Discipline,” he muttered. “Consistency and practice.”I noticed he wasn’t really looking at the camera, his attention was focused on me but I ignored it.“Last season, critics said your leadership was… inconsistent,” I continued. “What do you say to that now?”A faint smirk appeared on his lips.“Critics talk,” he said proudly. “We win.”A few quiet chuckles were heard behind the camera.I tapped the pen against my notebook nervously.“Your line has the highest scoring rate in the league right now,” I pressed further with my questions. “But there are reports of tension among your teammates, especially after last week’s game. Isn’t that going to affect you

Two

Mason’s POVThe dining hall was too large for the noise inside it. Yet somehow, it still wasn’t large enough for the argument.My family had requested my presence, saying it was urgent, although I knew it was just a means to drag me here.I stood near the table, my jacket still on, I hadn’t decided whether I was staying or leaving.Across me, my father sat at the head chair.My mother sat slightly to the side, her hands folded tightly, watching everything unfold like she was trying to hold the room together with silence.While my younger brother, Adrian, stood instead of sitting.That alone said everything.And my younger sister, Isabella, sat halfway turned in her chair watching me.My father spoke first. “You embarrassed this family again.”I exhaled slowly. “Is that what was urgent that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”Adrian scoffed immediately.“You always do this,” he snapped. “Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.”

Three

The pace on the ice picked up. Faster drills. Sharper turns. Harder passes. Mason was at the center of it. Like everything revolved around him. “Again!” the coach shouted. The players reset. Mason pushed off quickly. Then, something slipped. So small no one reacted immediately. But I saw it, the way his skate didn’t land right. The way his body shifted, just slightly off balance as he caught himself. Although he kept going like nothing happened. My pen paused. That wasn’t normal. He circled back into formation. Another pass, another turn. This time slower. His weight wasn’t even, he was favoring one side. Left. “Faster!” the coach barked. Mason pushed harder. With a sharp stop, his skates cutting across the ice, he faltered. Not a full fall, though it was noticeable. I stepped closer to the glass. His knee dipped slightly, his body tightening like something pulled too far. He froze for half a second. His stride wasn’t clean anymore. There was a delay. He stopped comp

Four

Mason’s POVI disguised myself the moment I entered the Grand Meridian Hotel because I didn’t want to entertain any fake attention from strangers just because I was popular.I sent a text to someone. > I want you to inform the Westline Media that I’m in the Grand Meridian Hotel. I smiled to myself.Aria.Five years and she walks back into my life like nothing happened, holding a notebook, standing there at the rink, looking at me like she didn’t feel it. Like I was just another assignment. Yeah… I didn’t believe that. Not for a second.“Rossi.” I dropped the name at the front desk. The receptionist straightened immediately, handing me the key card with a polite smile I didn’t return. I took it and walked off before she could say anything else. The elevator ride was silent, but my head wasn’t. The door to the suite clicked shut behind me, and the silence hit harder than before. I paced once, dragging a hand through my hair, already irritated with myself.I pulled out my phone and m

A Lie

Aria POVFor a moment, I genuinely thought I had walked into the wrong room.Mason sat at the edge of the bed like he owned the entire damn world.The girl beside him turned slightly. “Baby, who’s that?” She gave me a slightly seductive look.I felt disgusted by it.His gaze never left mine. “Journalist,” he answered casually. “She likes asking questions.”Heat rushed violently into my face.I should’ve left immediately, I knew that.But my feet stayed planted there, humiliation burning so hard inside me that it almost made me dizzy.Mason leaned back slightly against the bed, completely relaxed. “You gonna stand there all night, Aria?”The sound of my name on his lips did something ugly to my chest.The girl glanced between us, instantly sensing the tension.Then anger exploded through me so fast I almost saw black.I let out a sharp laugh, disbelief mixing with humiliation. “You’re unbelievable.”The smirk on his face barely shifted. “You came here, didn’t you? Why am I the one at fa

Emotionally Attached

Mason’s POVThe second I stepped back into the hotel room, all I felt was anger.The door slammed shut behind me hard enough to shake the walls.“Whoa,” the girl on the bed muttered, sitting upright slightly. “What the hell happened to you?”I ignored her completely.My jaw was locked so tightly it hurt. I dragged both hands through my hair before pacing toward the minibar aggressively.Aria’s face kept replaying inside my head.The anger in her eyes.The way her voice shook when she looked at me like I had personally offended her by existing and somehow that pissed me off even more.I poured whiskey into a glass carelessly before throwing it back immediately.Did she seriously think she had the right to look at me like that after disappearing for five years? After leaving me to deal with everything alone?A bitter laugh almost escaped me.Unbelievable.“You’re acting insane right now,” the girl complained from behind me.Still, I said nothing.Because if I opened my mouth right now,

Distractions

Ethan stood there holding another cup in his hand, a small smile was plastered on his face.“There she is,” he said lightly. “I was starting to think you murdered somebody on your way back from Daniel’s office.”Despite myself, a weak laugh escaped me. “Give me another hour.”“Ah,” he nodded seriously while pulling the chair beside me out. “So we’re at that stage of the week already.”I rolled my eyes as he sat down next to me comfortably. “You ever mind your business?”“Not when my favorite coworker looks like she’s one inconvenience away from committing a felony.”That earned him another laugh.Ethan slid the coffee closer toward me. “Drink before you pass out in the middle of the newsroom. I don’t have the emotional strength for that today.”“You’re very annoying.” I complained.“And yet here you are, still talking to me.” I shook my head before finally grabbing the cup. The warmth against my hands helped slightly.Ethan leaned back in his chair, studying me for a second. “Okay ser

Lunch

Aria POVLunch with Ethan was supposed to be quick. That was the original plan.But instead, two hours somehow disappeared.We ended up at this small restaurant three blocks away from the office, the kind with dim hanging lights and overpriced pasta people only paid for because the aesthetic looked expensive.Ethan claimed the place had “character.”I claimed the chairs were trying to assassinate my spine.“You complain like somebody’s angry aunt,” he informed me while stealing one of my fries.“You just committed theft in front of me.” I pouted my lip.“You weren’t eating them.” He tried justifying his actions.“That’s not permission.”“It spiritually felt like permission.”I rolled my eyes, but another laugh slipped out anyway. And honestly? I needed this.Needed something that wasn’t Mason occupying every available inch of my brain.For a while, conversation stayed easy. Work gossip. Office drama. Vanessa apparently flirting with a senior editor to secure better assignments.“She a

Professionalism

Aria POVI finally arrived at the training facility and hell it was stressful. I entered a cab which clearly locked faulty but as usual I decided not to judge it by the appearance and that was a very poor decision because the driver managed to get me to the street, then I had to walk down here on foot.And unfortunately, one of those poor decisions was also currently skating across the ice in a black compression shirt.Mason Rossi.I hated the effect he had on a room.Even from behind the glass panels overlooking the rink, attention naturally shifted toward him. Not because he was loud, he actually wasn’t speaking to anybody, but because his presence carried this irritating kind of gravity that made people orbit around him anyway.A few teammates joked near the benches while drills continued across the ice, but Mason stayed slightly apart from them.One of the assistants noticed me first and opened the side entrance leading closer toward the rink. Cold air immediately rushed against

Eat

By the time I left the training facility, my brain felt overheated.Too many conversations and tension.The worst part was that he hadn’t even done anything particularly outrageous this time. He just stood there looking at me like he knew exactly how to get underneath my skin without trying.Which somehow felt worse.Traffic crawled across downtown while sunset spread orange light across the buildings. I needed alcohol or rehabilitation.Possibly both.So instead of going home, I turned toward Brielle’s workplace.Carter’s Bar & Grill sat on the corner of a busy street lined with music lounges and restaurants, the glowing sign outside flickering softly as people moved in and out of the entrance.The second I stepped inside, the warmth hit me immediately.Music hummed through the speakers overhead, low enough for conversations to survive beneath it. Glasses clinked behind the counter while the smell of grilled food and liquor filled the air comfortably.This place always felt alive pr

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