All Chapters of My Hockey Temptation : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Tea

"About what?" Ryan asked."About me showing up here. About crying all over you."He pretended to think about it. "I don't know, it could be useful leverage.""Ryan.""Fine, fine." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Your secret's safe with me. But only because I like you better when you're not trying to murder me with your eyes."Isabella shook her head. "You're insufferable.""And yet you're still standing here." He chuckled. “I can’t believe that we actually had a conversation without our usual banter.”“Maybe it’s because you are becoming mature now.” She smirked “I won’t argue with you today.” He tilted his head. "Why don’t you go back home, I will tell Mason you came, whenever I get a hold of him."She hesitated."I don't want to go back to that house yet." she admitted. Ryan nodded slowly. "That's fair." He glanced at the locked door, then back at her. "I could make you some tea, if you want. I have an apartment on the tenth floor, just down the hall."Isabella blinked. "

Complicated

I was silent for a moment.The truth was, I didn't really know how to answer that. It was going both well and terribly. I was finding things, pieces of information that felt important but I had no idea what to do with them. I was making progress, but I was also making mistakes."It's complicated," I said finally."Complicated how?"I hesitated.Ethan noticed. "You don't have to tell me," he said quickly. "I know it's confidential. I just," He paused. "I saw you looking at your notes earlier. You looked worried. That's all."I let out a breath. "I am worried.""About what?"I stared out the window for a moment. The buildings were getting more familiar now. We were close to my apartment."I found something," I said. "Something about his family. Something that might be important."Ethan's brow furrowed. "What kind of something?""I don't know yet." I shook my head. "That's the problem. It's just hints, othing concrete.""But you think it's real?"I thought about the self-published artic

Broken Family

He shrugged. "Your sister came looking for you."My hand tightened around the bottle. "Isabella?""The one and only." He set his beer down on the coffee table and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "She looked like she was about to fall apart, Mason. Like she was holding up a whole building and someone just took away one of the pillars."I didn't say anything."She rang your doorbell, knocked, called your phone. Nothing." He tilted his head. "You weren't answering.""I was busy.""Busy." He repeated the word like it tasted bad. "That's what you're going with?""It's the truth.""It's a lie, and we both know it."I walked toward the window, my back to him. The city was spread out below, lights scattered like someone had spilled diamonds across the darkness. I stared at them without really seeing them."Is she okay?" I asked."Define okay?" Ryan's voice was flat. "She was crying in the hallway, Mason. She looked like she hadn't slept well in days and he kept asking where y

On The House

Third Person POVCarter's Bar & Grill hummed with its usual night energy.The lights were low and warm, casting golden pools across the polished wooden tables. The smell of grilled food and spilled beer hung in the air like a familiar blanket.Brielle’s eyes swept across the room, taking in everything at once. The couple in the corner who'd been nursing the same drinks for an hour. The group of businessmen at the center table who were getting louder with each round. The spilled drink near the pool tables that needed cleaning before someone slipped.She caught the eye of one of her servers, Marcus, a wiry guy with quick hands and an even quicker smile and pointed at the spill. He nodded, already grabbing a rag.The night was busy.Brielle had been on her feet for hours, checking on tables, resolving disputes, making sure the kitchen was keeping up with the orders. Her feet ached, even her lower back throbbed. But she was smiling.She always smiled when the bar was full. It meant she

No Strings Attached

"I don't want you telling people the owner of Carter's Bar & Grill is rude to customers." Brielle added."I wouldn't,""Save it." She held up a hand. "I've had a long day. I've had a long week and right now, I don't have the energy to argue with you."She turned to walk away.She'd only taken a few steps when she heard it.A voice from one of the tables nearby, a young guy, probably in his early twenties, his eyes fixed on Jeffrey with the kind of recognition that came from years of watching sports."Dude," the guy said, his voice loud enough to carry across the room. "Is that Jeffrey Kyler?"Brielle froze.She turned slowly, her eyes landing on the table where the guy was sitting. He was pointing at Jeffrey, his face lit up with excitement."It is," the guy continued. "That's definitely him. He plays for the—""Shut up," Jeffrey hissed, but it was too late.People were looking now. A few heads turned, eyes scanning the bar, searching for the source of the commotion. Someone at the po

The Arrangement

Brielle stared at him.For a moment, she was genuinely speechless. Then the words registered, and she laughed loudly. "You're joking," "I'm not.""You want to," She gestured between them. "You want an arrangement? With me?""Why not?""Why not?" She laughed again, but there was no humor in it. "Because I don't even like you. Because you're arrogant and entitled and you walked into my bar like you owned the place. Because,""Because I saw you," he cut in.She stopped. "Excuse me?""Earlier. In the bar." His voice was steady. "I saw you with that customer. The one in the corner booth."Brielle's eyes narrowed.She knew exactly what he was talking about. One of her regulars had been flirting with her earlier. She'd let him buy her a drink. She'd smiled at him, laughed at his jokes, let him lean in close, they had also made out. But Jeffrey had seen it."So?" she said. "It's my bar. I can talk to whoever I want.""I'm not saying you can't." He was still holding out the card. "I'm just s

Argument

She dragged herself back from his arms and stood up as she gently and slowly took off her clothes in front of him.She could see the reaction she had on him. She walked towards him seductively, dropping down to her knees as she slowly unzipped his pants. A faint sigh escaped her mouth the moment she brought his cock out. “You are so naughty.” He groaned.“Maybe, but you started it.” She commented, grinning sheepishly.She wrapped her both hands around his cock, slowly moving her hands.“This is so fucking good.” His breath came faster.She moved her hands faster, exactly like a pro.After a while, he pulled her up and shifted his focus back to her lips. From her lips he progressed down to her clitoris. “Hmmm” She moaned. He knew she was already aroused but he wasn't ready yet, he wanted to torture her more.After a while he took off his clothes, she watched him seductively.After taking the last piece of clothing off, he wore a condom then joined her on the bed. He separated h

The Trigger

"I said you look fine." Jeffrey's smirk widened. "Fine. That's exactly what you look like. Completely fine.""Jeffrey," the coach warned again.But Mason was already stepping closer. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, his entire body vibrating with barely contained rage."You have something to say," Mason said. "Say it to my face. Stop hiding behind bullshit.""Bullshit?" Jeffrey laughed. "That's rich. You're the one who's been dragging this team down. You're the one who's distracted. You're the one who can't seem to get his head in the game.""Dragging the team down?" Mason's voice rose. "I've carried this team on my back for years. Where were you?""Where was I?" Jeffrey stepped closer, his voice rising to match Mason's. "I was on the ice, actually working. Not hiding in the locker room. Not pretending to be injured.""Don't talk about something you know nothing about.""I know everything about you." Jeffrey's eyes were cold. "I know you think you're better than ev

Old Feelings

Aria POV The drive was silent.Not the comfortable kind of silence, the kind that felt like two people had too much to say and didn't know how to start. Mason drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping his thigh like he was trying to hold himself together. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead. The city blurred past outside the window, buildings, streets, people living their lives, each going facing their own challenges.I kept stealing glances at him. The way his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. We drove for what felt like forever.Then he pulled off the main road onto a narrow, winding street I didn't recognize. The buildings thinned out, replaced by trees and open space. The city noise faded into something softer, like a birdsong, the rustle of leaves, the distant hum of the river.He parked the car near a small park I'd never seen before. It was quiet here. The kind of place that felt like it existed outside of time.He killed the engine and sat th

He Kissed Me

"I'm not lying.""Then why are you pushing me away?"Because I'm scared. Because I still haven't forgiven you for walking away, and I don't know if I ever will.But I didn't say any of that."I'm not pushing you away," I said instead. "I'm being realistic. We're not the same people we were five years ago. We can't just... fall back into something because it feels familiar.""I'm not asking you to fall back into anything." His voice was rough. "I'm asking you to give me a chance. That's all.""A chance for what?""For something." “Just let it go.” I insisted."You haven't moved on." He groaned."Stop." "You haven't," he insisted. "If you had, you wouldn't have kissed me back. You wouldn't be sitting here right now, looking at me like you're trying to convince yourself to leave.""You don't know what you're talking about.""I know you, Aria." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. "I know you better than anyone. And I know that you still feel this. Whatever this is

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