The Hockey Star's Secret Obsession

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y chest, and my eyes glued to my phone screen, reading the

nd Henry's target. This is the best thing you ca

o stay on the rooftop until it was lu

time I arrived. All eyes fell on me the moment I walked inside, and as if

ood, ignoring their whispers, then w

entrance door, my body went numb. For a second, the idea of escaping crossed my mi

d sitting

. Jason was standi

ith the metallic clatter of cutleries, but when Jason sat

n spoke again, drawing my att

es. Yes,

ank

hair across fr

rning eyes, and I quickly lo

ng to talk, ju

his food, and I nodded.

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yes met, a warm feeling coursed through my

link, Ade

h if I did. Jason Wolff.

ry is

er. Adele is his plaything, and he's g

rage of being called Henry's plaything was eating me out, but th

approaching footsteps sent shivers down my spine, my palms growi

ing his food as if n

pped at our

Wilso

the back of my neck, and I

trouble each time he addresses

f food right beside mine. He pulled out the chai

ht, Wilson?" He leaned close, wra

o Jason, and he sti

I didn't see you." Henry chuc

you with Adele.

nry, a blank yet powerful expression graced his face. "S

clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes boring into Jason's,

n. You are not mad at me for not waiting for

e rude, jerk!", but I didn't d

e on,

name is Adele, Henry. Wil

ng at Jason. "She is no

riend, and she doesn't have a problem

with it!" I snapp

ur friend, Henry. It's rude." Ja

aso

I have something private to disc

Wh

Why don't you excuse us, hmm? You can always talk with Adel

hot. Like I was on a h

g glare, and without another word, he stood

t without shooting me a

e a heavy weight was j

g. Meet me at the ice hockey

en stood and le

he was out of my sight. Wh

y were going to

s this some drama or some

st his mind. Why is he defend

r keep their noses off my business

lawed back into my mind, and I asked myself. W