The Hockey God in My Bed

Chapter 4

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fruit knife. The cold steel was a shock to my sy

ce hired could be here any se

seized me. Pain. I could

torn dress. I found the soft skin of my inner thigh, took

tarily eclipsed the drug's maddening heat. I gasped,

in, staining the white fabric of my dress. The sight of it, the

llway. The distinct click of a

as h

enaline surged through me. I coul

e only way out was the massive g

h on my thigh throbbed, but I ignored it. I stumb

p. Over the howl of the wind, I heard the suite door s

eeking of stale liquor, was stalking into the

d onto the narrow decorative ledge

othold. I pressed my body flat against the cold, unyielding ston

hen he saw me out on the ledge, then his sick smile widened.

ed my feet to move, shuffling sideways along the ledge toward the neighborin

bled. The drug was a rel

ropelled me f

was. I pounded on the glass with the heel of

edge himself, moving toward me with

ebody, help!" I screa

m my shoulder. His stench fil

in front of me was rip

vise-like grip. I was yanked forward, pulled fr

ying me forward until I cras

nd something else, something uniquely masculine and un

out, and I started to slide toward the floor, only to b

. He was tall, impossibly so. His jaw was a hard, unforgiving l

eping over my torn and bloodied dress, the bruises formi

on the ledge curs

he sudden safety caused the dam to break. The drug I had been fighting wit

to tremble,

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The Hockey God in My Bed

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“At my lavish engagement party, I slipped away to surprise my fiancé. Instead, I found him in a dimly lit study, passionately kissing my stepmother. They weren't just having an affair; they were plotting to steal my mother's trust fund. "I put a little something in her champagne. By morning, she'll be the laughingstock of New York," my stepmother purred. She had arranged for a known felon to assault me in a hotel room upstairs, planning to invite reporters for my "walk of shame" so I'd lose my inheritance forever. Hunted by them and burning from the drug, I crawled across a narrow balcony ledge and fell right into a dangerous stranger's penthouse. To avoid the horrific fate my family planned, I chose my own destroyer, pleading with the cold-eyed stranger for help, my body burning with the drug. Returning home the next morning, my father furiously accused me of running off with a tramp and ruining the family name. My stepmother stood by his side, playing the sweet, concerned peacemaker while her eyes gleamed with smug victory. The naive girl who loved her family died in that hotel room. I finally saw them for the monsters they were. Instead of defending myself, I hung my head and spoke in a trembling, obedient voice, begging them for forgiveness. Let them think they had successfully broken me. When they least expected it, I would burn their world to the ground.”