My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0681

Enzo

The flight had felt endless. Between fitful attempts at sleep and staring absently out the window, my mind raced in endless circles. What would I say to Tim? How would he react? Would he even believe me over his trusted team doctor, Mila, who he had known for years?

By the time the plane landed, my mouth felt bone dry.

"We have arrived at our destination," the pilot announced through the intercom. "Thank you for flying with us, and enjoy your stay."

I hurried through the terminal, the sound of my pounding heart drowning out the ambient noise. With my carry-on clutched in my hand, I didn't even bother to check into the hotel first; I simply called a cab straight to Tim's office, not wanting to waste any time.

I needed to get this over with.

Before I knew it, I found myself outside Tim's office. I hesitated for just a moment longer, steeling myself, and then turned the handle.

Tim

"Enza!" Tim jumped up from behind his large oak desk, a look of surprise flashing across his rugged features. He crossed the room in three long strides, checking his watch. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Despite everything, a genuine smile tugged at my lips as I returned Tim's strong handshake. Over the past months I had come to respect Tim so much, not just as a boss, but as a man. I hated the idea of letting him down, especially when I knew how much the team needed me.

Which only made what I had to say so much harder.

Tim gestured to the chair across from his desk as he reclaimed his own seat. Concern furrowed his brow and he studied me intently, hands folded.

"So, tell me, what brings you here?" he asked, then paused, his eyes scanning my face. "God, Enzo, it everything alright? You look pale."

I drew in a deep breath. No more hiding.novelbin

"Tim, I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time, but I had no choice," I said. "I needed to talk to you. In person." Tim furrowed his brow slightly. "What about?"

In as calm a voice as I could manage, I recounted the full story. How Mila had given me a drink at the bar that seemed to be laced with something. How, when I had stopped drinking and left, she then showed up at my hotel the next morning, claiming that Tim had given her instructions to give me a ride to the airport.

How I had accepted, but then she had tried to kiss me. My adamant rejection that had sent her reeling backwards, hitting her head and causing it to bleed.

Then, there was the dark fury twisting her features as she grabbed my wrist with a shocking force and threatened to end my career—and my marriage with Nina-if I told a soul.

By the time I finished telling my story, Tim's face had gone pale. He stared at me wordlessly as a hurricane of emotions swirled behind his eyes. Disbelief, anger, profound sadness. When he finally spoke, his voice came out hoarse.

"I... I can't believe it," he said, leaning back in his chair with a pained expression on his face. "I've known Mila for five years. She's never caused any issues."

I shrugged. "This is my story," I said quietly, "You can take it or leave it, but I swear, it's all true." Tim was silent again for a long time. He lowered his gaze, staring down at the oak on his desk now. I knew where this was going; he didn't trust me. And why should he? He had only known me for a brief time compared to Mila, and my reputation before I had married Nina had been that of a playboy.

Maybe he knew about that, somehow. Maybe he figured that I had slept with Mila and was regretting it now, and that I had decided to slander her in order to save my own skin.