The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 104

The nightclub’s vibrant atmosphere pulsed with energy, a symphony of flashing lights and pounding beats that reverberated through the air. Timothy and Ethan were immersed in the rhythmic dance, the pulsating music and vibrant crowd.

For Timothy, this night was meant to be an escape—a chance to shed his worries and immerse himself in the electric fervor of the club. As women swayed and moved around him, their laughter and flirtatiousText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

glances went unnoticed. Timothy’s attention was elsewhere, his mind locked onto an image that gnawed at him like a relentless itch.

Evie’s departure with a mysterious man from the bar had ignited a firestorm of emotions within him. The memory was a poison that seeped through his thoughts, sending tendrils of jealousy and insecurity coursing through his veins. It was an image that had taken root, and he found himself unable to shake

the feeling that he had lost something irreplaceable.

Amidst the dance floor’s cacophony, Ethan’s laughter intertwined with the music in carefree abandon. A woman was in Timothy’s line of sight then, grinding against him. Yet, his gaze remained distant, his eyes haunted by the memory of Evie’s body pressed to his own.

Ethan was watching Timothy closely, occasionally bumping into him to snap him. out of his daze. Eventually, he leaned in, raising his voice to be heard over the music. “You seem a bit off tonight, Tim. Something on your mind?” Timothy managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just lost in thought, that's all.”

As the night progressed, Timothy’s energy began to wane. After his last drink, the relentless beat of the music became an exhausting pulse, and he felt the weight of fatigue settle into his bones.

He stepped back from the dance floor, allowing his movements to slow as the exhaustion took hold. Amidst the crowd's ecstatic rhythm, Ethan’s silhouette disappeared from view,

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though his voice echoed in Timothy's ears.

As the music's tempo swelled, his attempts to maintain his balance faltered. The world around him spun in a kaleidoscope of colors and sound, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable. In the midst of this

turmoil, a figure emerged—a woman whose intentions remained shrouded in enigma.

She moved through the crowd with a purpose, making her way to Timothy's side. He let her help him into his booth and gave his bicep a light squeeze.

“Can't handle your liquor, big boy?” she purred into his ear, her long nails trailing along his wrist.

Timothy attempted to pull away, but he quickly lost his balance and was forced back into the woman’s arms. She grabbed the cup in front of her and let her hand hover over its top. For a brief moment, Timothy saw something drop from her hand and into the drink. The liquid began to bubble and fizz up. “What-” Timothy shook his head, not sure if he’d seen that right. The women didn’t wait for the fizz to settle before bringing the drink to his lips.

“Here. Cool your head,” she said.

The liquid poured into Timothy’s slacken mouth and he nearly choked as it leaked down his throat. He gargled and nearly spat out the substance, but she was quick enough to slap a hand over his mouth and force him to swallow..

Timothy felt his resistance crumble when his limbs fell loose. He was defenseless against her guiding touch as she led him across the dance floor, the music fading into the distance. Together, they stepped out of the club and into the cool night air, the light and sounds a blur around him.

He struggled to walk as she led him to a secluded car parked a few blocks down. She shove him into the passenger's seat and buckled him in before pressing a cold kiss to his temple. Timothy groaned in

protest, wiping away the oily substance she had left on his head. His hand came back smeared in red.

“Don't worry, darling. | will take care of you. Just like before,” she said, tracing the edge of his chin with a sharp nail. Heed Top Metal Stamping? Get a 10% Discount (Start Now)

Timothy felt his eyes drooping shut as the woman slammed the car door shut. She walked to the driver’s side and slipped into the seat with haste. The car roared to life, and she gave Timothy one last glance before pulling away from the curb.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the unfamiliar room. Timothy’s head throbbed with the aftermath of a restless night, his thoughts still shrouded in the fog of confusion. As consciousness reasserted itself, he groaned, his hand instinctively reaching for his forehead.

The night hadn't gone as expected. He had intended to spend the night letting loose and getting as buzzed as humanely possible. Instead, he was lying in a bed frighteningly smaller and fluffier than his own.

His thoughts drifted to Evie-the woman who had haunted his thoughts since the moment they'd met. He had been driven by a desire to prove himself, to become the man she could see beyond her fears. But now, here he was, tangled in a situation that seemed worlds away from the narrative he’d been crafting.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand beside him. With a yawn, Timothy leaned over before realizing that he was lying stark naked beneath those sheets. He gave them a small tug and felt a small resistance on the other side of him, although someone was still applying their weight to it.

Beside him, the form of a woman lay wrapped in the tangle of sheets. Timothy blinked, his gaze

sharpening as the memories of the previous night began to trickle back. But even as the pieces fell into place, they only deepened the mystery that had enveloped him.

Timothy snatched his phone off the table and swiped the screen. Ethan’s number popped up with

several calls and messages, most of them asking where he was, others cursing him. out for ditching him. Timothy decided to wait to reply, having no clue about his own circumstances.

He didn’t remember leaving the club. How had he ended up here?

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sheets. A chill of panic coursed through him as he struggled to recall her name, her face, anything that could explain their current situation.

Panic surged within him, mingling with confusion and a growing sense of unease. The events of the previous night were a jumbled puzzle, his fragmented memories. slipping through his grasp like sand.

He’d told himself to stray away from useless night with random women. If anything, that had been good enough to repel the ones looking to link up with. him. The desperate women were a different matter.

The scandal with Linda had left him shaken about the possibilities of encountering that kind of fan in his most drunken moments. Even then, he’d never gotten that drunk that he had absolutely no recollection of the previous nice.

He cast another look at the woman, who had begun to shift and stretch. She draped a thin arm over her messy hair and let out her own gentle yawn before curling under the sheets. Timothy grew hyperaware of his nude state and recoiled when her leg slid along his own.

His voice trembled as he whispered, his voice carrying an edge of apprehension, “Who are you?”

The woman stirred, her eyes

fluttering open. When she turned her head to meet his gaze, Timothy felt his stomach plummet. That familiar face smiled faintly, though there was something devious lingering behind her smokey eyes. “Oh. You're awake.”

Panic set in as Timothy's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He blinked against the dimly lit room, wondering if he had stumbled into a nightmare. His mind raced as he tried to piece together the events that had led him here.

“S—Stella?” he gasped, tossing the blankets off of him as he stood up. He was thankful to find that he was still in his boxers, but that did little to put him at ease.

Stella propped herself up on her elbows, handing Timothy a suggestive look that made his skin crawl. “What’s wrong, babe?” she asked.

Timothy was nearly breathless as he paced around the room, collecting his clothes. It had to be a bad dream. “This... You shouldn't be here,” he said absently.

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Her gaze wandered around the room before landing back on him. A sly smirk. emerged on her lips, her smeared lipstick giving her a clownish look. “Well, you dragged us to this hotel.”

“The hell | did!” Timothy snapped, throwing a shirt over his head. He fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking too violently for any basic movements.

“If this is about the club situation, I’m so sorry, Timothy,” Stella began. “But what happened between you and my dad shouldn’t effect how we feel about each other.”

Timothy's anger flared as he struggled to process her words. He couldn't fathom how he had ended up here, and Stella’s lousy apology only added to the confusion. He knew that he needed answers, and he needed them fast.

“Forget it,” Timothy replied curtly, his voice laced with anger and frustration. “I don’t know how | got here, but | want nothing to do with this. Goodbye.”

With that, Timothy turned and stormed out of the room. The questions that swirled in his mind were overwhelming, but one thing was certain—he needed to take a long shower.

As he stepped out into the cold night air, Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been caught up in something far beyond his control. The pieces of the puzzle were scattered, and he needed to find a way to put them together to make sense of the chaos that had enveloped his life.

If he betrayed Evie last night, how on Earth would he come back from this? f&