The Hockey King's Coveted Billionaire Heiress

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oftly on my nights

Dedric's hockey career, constantly disappointing Professor Hayes-the

end while suppressing my own ambitions. That

trousers-understated, ridiculously comfortable, and devoid o

I declined his offer of the chauffeured Bentle

d me off near the Gothic stone arche

I could even reach the engineering complex, a high-

k who crawled ou

ink Chanel tweed jacket. She wasn't alone. Flanking her were three of he

dwina smirked, looking me up and down with exaggerated disgust. "

ion to her left sneered, loudly enough for passing

rd the engineering building," the brunett

expelled for missing her lab fees by tomor

on the path, whisperi

from the group, my exp

my way,

at you're a homeless stray?" Edwina stepp

ggressively reached out to snatch the strap of my laptop b

d even touch the canvas, my l

t sharply downward and locking

ic bitch!" Edwina shrieked, he

ing sticky milk and caramel all over her beige designer boots. Her

property," I said, leaning in so only s

e out how to pay off his maxed-out credit lines. Because when the bank seizes your

completely drained from her heavily contoured chee

ptic wipe from my pocket, and thoroughly cleaned my finge

almly, watching her cradle her th

Edwina could only glare at me as I turned my

d stepped into the cool, quiet room. I sat down at my primary workstation, plugged in my enc

percent increase in lateral impact resistan

percent, the heavy glass door behind

grinding away like a

cond-string defenseman on the hockey team, and Dedric's most pathetic lapdog. Conno

ckward on it, leaning his elbows on the

Connor drawled, slamming his own heavy pla

u can embarrass his girl, steal his tactical