All Chapters of My Hockey Temptation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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The Stranger

I closed my eyes. She was right, I knew exactly what I was feeling. I was just feeling terrified.Terrified that I still loved him, terrified that I'd never stop, terrified that if I let myself fall again, I would shatter into pieces I would never be able to put back together.> “I need to go. I have work.” I yawned, already feeling the exhaustion in my bones.> “Sure you do.”> “I'll call you tomorrow.”> “You better. I want all the details.” Brielle was so shameless.I set the phone down and stared at the ceiling.---Third Person POVThe bar was the kind of place Vanessa normally wouldn't be caught dead in.Dim lighting that was more grime than atmosphere. Sticky floors that hadn't seen a proper mop in years. A jukebox was sitting in the corner playing something scratchy and old, the kind of music that felt like it belonged to a different decade entirely.But Vanessa wasn't here for the ambiance.She was here because the message had been specific. "Come alone, don't tell anyone. A

Self Destruction

Third Person POVThe bar was the kind of place where people went to disappear.Tucked away in a rundown part of the city, far from the glitz and glamour of the Rossi name, it was the perfect hiding spot for someone who didn't want to be found. The lights were dim. The smell of stale beer filled the air like a fog.Adrian had been there for hours.His jacket was discarded on the seat beside him, his tie loosened, his shirt untucked. Empty glasses lined the bar in front of him, and his eyes were glassy, unfocused, fixed on some distant point that only he could see.The bartender, a grizzled man who had seen too many people drink themselves into oblivion, refilled his glass without being asked."You sure you want another one, Sir?" he asked, his voice flat.Adrian laughed nonchalantly. "What do you think?""I think you're going to regret it in the morning." The bartender said respectfully."I'm not planning on making it to morning."The bartender shrugged and walked away.Adrian grabb

The Legacy

Mason's POVThe Rossi estate loomed in front of me like a monument to everything I'd spent my life trying to escape.That evening, I drove to my parents house.I sat in my car for a long moment, engine idling, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white. The house hadn't changed. It never did. It had always felt more like a prison than a home.I didn't want to be here.Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to turn the car around, to drive away, to pretend I'd never received that call from my father's assistant demanding my presence.But I couldn't.I killed the engine and stepped out into the cold afternoon air.The walk to the front door felt endless. The door swung open before I could reach for the handle, and there she was.My mother.Katherine Rossi stood in the doorway like she'd been waiting for me. Her hair was perfectly styled, her dress immaculate, even her expression carefully composed. "Mason," she said softly. "You came."I forced a ne

Apology

The hallway was empty when I stepped out of the study.My mother was waiting for me by the front door, she looked worried.I was surprised to see her standing there."Are you okay? Did your father do anything to you? What did he say?" she rushed her words.I shook my head. “I’m fine, he can’t do anything to me.”She studied me for a moment, then pulled me into a final embrace."I'm sorry that I couldn’t stand up for you then, when your father was against you." Her eyes were misty. "I just want you to know that I've always been proud of you."I held her close. It was actually the first time she had apologized to me since what happened then, and strangely, I felt a bit relieved, like a load had been lifted off my chest slightly."Thank you," I smiled at her."Anytime, my son. I love you."I pulled back, kissed her cheek, and walked out the door.I couldn’t hold back the smile that danced across my face. I looked back at the house before entering my car.---Third Person POVThe Rossi e

Not Your Burden

Aria POVI had gone to pick up my package but unfortunately the shop had not opened yet when I got there.So I decided to go to Brielle's apartment.The door to Brielle's apartment was slightly ajar.That was the first sign that something was wrong. Brielle was obsessive about locking her door, she'd been robbed once, years ago, and ever since, she'd treated every lock like it was a matter of life and death.I pushed the door open slowly, my heart already starting to race."Brielle?" I called out. "You here?"No answer.I stepped inside and immediately froze.The apartment was a disaster. Clothes were strewn across the floor and everywhere I looked, there were bottles.Wine bottles, liquor bottles. Some empty, some half-full, some still sealed.My stomach dropped. "Brielle?" I called again, my voice sharper this time.A groan came from the bedroom.I crossed the apartment in three quick strides, pushing open the bedroom door.Brielle was sprawled across her bed, still in her clothes

Confused

"They raised you, and then they spent years tearing you down." I reached over and took her hand. "You've done more than enough for them. You're allowed to take care of yourself now."She squeezed my hand. "When did you get so wise?""Always been wise. You just never listened." I bragged, flapping my hand like a fan.She chuckled. "You're crazy.""You love me like that." I gloated."Someone has to keep you humble."I smiled, feeling some of the tension leave my body. It was good to see her smile again. "Okay," I said, settling back into the couch. "Now that we've dealt with your crisis, I have something to tell you."Brielle raised an eyebrow. "Oh?""Yeah." I took a breath. "I'm having dinner with Mason tomorrow night, and yes, I told you about it but I need your real thoughts on this, not as a friend."“Should it be like an interview setting, where I pretend I don’t know you and ask you some questions.” She looked more excited about this.“Yes, we can have it that way.” I was skeptic

A Father’s Shadow

Third Person POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Jeffrey stepped out into the penthouse hallway.His shoulders were tight, his jaw clenched, his entire body humming with the kind of exhaustion that came from a long day of practice.His suit jacket was slung over one arm, his tie loosened, his shirt untucked.But the moment he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted.The lights were on.Every single one of them.And his father was sitting in the center of the living room like a king on his throne.Senator William Kyler was a tall man, broad-shouldered and commanding, with the kind of presence that made rooms feel smaller. His silver hair was immaculately styled, his suit impeccable, his posture rigid. He didn't look up when Jeffrey walked in. He just sat there, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows."Six o'clock in the morning," his father said without turni

Disappointed

Mason's POVI left very early to go to a bar.This bar was the kind of place Coach Lawson loved. He loves coming here early in the morning. It was tucked away on a side street that most people wouldn't notice, it smelled like old wood and spilled whiskey. I'd been here a few times before, usually after games. My coach had brought me here multiple times , especially when I was still young and stupid and thought I knew everything. He'd told me then that this was his spot, his sanctuary, the one place where he could escape from the noise of his life.I was hoping it would be my sanctuary too.The door creaked as I pushed it open, and the bartender glanced up, recognizing me immediately. He nodded toward the back corner, where a familiar silhouette was hunched over a glass.Coach Lawson.I walked toward him, my footsteps heavy on the worn wooden floor. He didn't look up when I approached. He just sat there, staring at the amber liquid in his glass like it held all the answers."Coach,"

Called

Aria POVThe newsroom was already buzzing when I walked through the glass doors that morning.I moved through the familiar chaos on autopilot, my bag slung over one shoulder, my mind still half-stuck on everything that had happened over the past few days.Mason's face in the park. The way his lips had felt against mine. I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away.*Focus, Aria. You're at work. You have a job to do.*I passed by Maya's desk, and she looked up from her screen, offering a small wave. I returned it with a tired smile."Morning, Bennett," she called out. "You look like you actually slept well, you are looking very pretty today.""Don't jinx it," I replied, keeping my voice light. "The universe might hear you and decide to punish me."Maya laughed, turning back to her work.I continued walking, nodding at James as he passed by with a stack of papers that looked like they were about to topple over. He grunted something that might have been a greeting, and I chuckled quietly

Invitation

Third Person POVEthan arrived at the newsroom.Phones rang in the distance. Keyboards clattered in a rhythm that never quite synced. Ethan moved through it all unconsciously, his mind far away from there.His eyes scanned the rows of desks, searching for one face in particular. The morning coffee he had picked up on his way in was growing cold in his hand, but he didn't notice. His mind was elsewhere.But he pushed all of that aside as he approached Aria's cubicle.The space was empty.Her laptop was closed, and her chair was pushed in. He frowned, glancing around the newsroom.Maya was at her desk, typing furiously. James was nowhere to be seen. Ethan turned, about to head back to his own desk, when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks."Ethan!"He closed his eyes briefly.Then he turned, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.Valentina was walking toward him, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her smile was so wide.She stopped in front of him, close enoug

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