The Hockey God in My Bed

Chapter 5

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anger holding me, to thank him and run. But my b

nd intense, like a surgeon assessing a wo

but I had no strength left. I on

ce a broken whisper. I wanted to e

tinctively pressed myself closer to the cool fabric of h

tightening. His warmth seeped through the thin

t room, all I could make out was a chiseled jaw and thin, tightly press

it. I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that if I didn't fin

die. Not before

single, insane idea took root

the a

otel guest? Another man Chayce had

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his neck. My body arched clumsily toward his. With the

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me, his eyes a bottomless ocean of someth

burned to a cinder by

t care

d and pressed

g through me. But the moment we touched, it was like a

artbeat, clearly stun

l. One of his hands moved to cup the back of my head, and he deepe

ominant kiss that lef

nly piece of wreckage in a stormy sea. I

trode toward the bedroom. I was tossed onto a vast, soft bed, and his

glow filtering in from the window, casting shifti

perverse sense of freedom. In the dark, I could shed my name, my pa

swallowed by a wave of sensation so intense

name. I only knew

usness, a vessel tossed on the violent waves of his passion. He was a re

om sorrow, but from a purely

ughly wiping the tears from my cheek

ul thrust, the poison was purged from my system, s

grey, I finally succumbed to a bone-deep e

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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.”