Chapter 8
Evie
How am I supposed to focus when he just looked at me like I should be pitied? I am not going to
ept his pity. Not now. Not ever.
“I know that I can’t ever make up for what I did,” he says after a few minutes of silence, twirling a
fancy fountain pen between his fingers. “But hopefully, this at- least helps.”
“Hopefully what helps,” I mutter quietly, flipping to the next page of the contractzily.
He quietly sets down the pen on the surface of the table.
“This,” he answers. “Bing your client. I heard that you were struggling and wanted to try and
help you out.”
Once again, he is pitying me.
“I was doing fine,” I grumble. “I didn’t need you to save me like some maiden in distress. This isn’t a
fairytale and you aren’t some knight in shining armor.
“I know you don’t want my help, Evie,” he chuckles. “But between this and your waitressing, I
thought you could use the helping hand.
Iugh bitterly. “I know you can’t,” I tease. “You barely have to work for anything. Hockey…
Women… all of it falls right into yourp, doesn’t it, Timothy?”
“Did you even see the apology I made-”
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snap. “Of course I did.”
“Okay. And?”
I groan, rubbing my eyes tiredly. “You didn’t need to do that. You’re making it a bigger deal than it
was. All of your fanbase is in an uproar over nothing.”
He scoffs, waving a hand dismissively as an easy smile spreads across his face.
“You should know I don’t care what they think, Evie,” he says in amusement. “I have enough fans to
popte the entire northern continent. I just want to know if
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you’re going to ept my apology.”
I could practically see the back of my head with how hard I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Oh, but you know you love me,” he chuckles, winking flirtatiously at me. “Admit it, Evie. You liked
having me grovel on tv for you.”
Damn him. He had to know how that stupid wink affected me. I would not let him. see me as
unprofessional.
“My stance doesn’t change,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. “What’s done is done,
Timothy. We both j got what we wanted. End of story.”
“Come on,” heughed. “I just want to make it up to you. I screwed up by taking that bet. I’m not the
same immature little kid in high school. I’ve changed.”
“Congrats. What do you want? An award,” I ask tiredly. “Do you want me as your girlfriend? Cause
that won’t be a disaster. I am going to be an attorney. I don’t need some sort of tabloid writing nasty
things about me because it makes for a good story. I don’t think you need that either.”
He nods. “I know.”
“Let’s just get through this and see what happens,” I sigh, flipping back into the file.
“Why did you leave town,” he asks.
I shut my eyes tiredly, inhaling deeply to stop myself from doing anything unprofessional. Like
smacking this huge file upside his pretty head.
Iugh. “Besides going tow school and jump–starting my career?”
“You could’ve at least told me off before you left, but you didn’t,” he says, frowning
curiously.
“Excuse me for not wanting to see the boy who used me for sex,” I snort.
“I thought you used me too,” he teases. “Or is that another bullshit lie from mywyer?”
I almostugh. I had to bite my cheek from letting it escape. I couldn’t let him see me fall to his
charm again. That would be the end of me, I just know it.
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It always starts with augh. He would disarm me with a cheeky joke that is way too endearing and
charming to not have a reaction. Then he would move closer. Inching forward into my personal
space, maybe he brushes his fingers down my arm. And then he would look at me, a devilish smile
to finish me off.
Then I would fold. I would cave in an instant. I know that I would. It’s been too long since I’ve felt
wanted by anyone. I would give in to him, even if I was still angry and heartbroken over what he
did.
It was depressing to think how desperate I was for something that would never
I straighten my shoulders, shooing the daydream away before it made me do somethingpletely
reckless and stupid.
“I won’t be answering that,” I say, gaining control over myself.
“Damn,” he chuckles. “It was worth a shot.”
“Mister Hayes,” I warn. “Let me do my work.”
“Admit it, Miss Sinir,” he smirks. “I almost had you on that one.”
“Oh, bite me,” I scold. “Tell me exactly what we are trying to aplish here.”
Timothy sighs heavily, rubbing his chin. “I need out of this contract,” he answers finally.
“But you’ll renegotiate a new deal,” I ask.
“As long as management does the right thing,” he sighs heavily.
“What’s going on with management?”
Timothy huffs out augh. “What isn’t going on with management?”
“Mister Hayes,” I spoke inly. “You can’t be vague. I need to know everything that’s gone down
between you and the club.”
He sighs. “I’m not even sure if I can. They had me sign a non–disclosure agreement.”
I shut my eyes. “You certainly never made it easy on me,” I sigh. “I need to see that NDA. Do you
have it with you?”
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He nods. “It’s in the file. Very back.”
“At the very least, you know you havewyer–client confidentiality,” I say simply. “I am legally not
allowed to share anything you say outside this room.”
His shoulders cken a bit as relief filled his eyes. “That’s good,” he says, swallowing hard.
I nod.
“So tell me what’s going on,” I urge.
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