The Hockey Star Who Ruined Me

Chapter 1

Vivienne Sinclair

Ding!

'... Reminder to pay up your loan to avoid it accumulating higher. Loan balance: Twenty-three thousand dollars'

Sighs. It was twenty thousand dollars last month and now an addition of three thousand? It's going to accumulate to thirty at this point.

My fingers tightened on the phone and I sighed. What a way to ruin this special day for me.

My fingers tightened at my sides. Should I have stayed in my former school? Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be in this mess now... But I just wanted the best for myself.

I'm not an orphan of both parents. Though my mom is dead, my dad is alive and doing well for himself... owns a company that was literally built with my late mom's sweat, yet, he refused to help me.

After he remarried and adopted his wife's daughter, his attention has shifted to her. He gives her everything... took her to the best sports school, and me... I was forced to go to the cheapest school, and even then, I paid my tuition fees sometimes.

My life wasn't going to amount to anything there... I needed to be in a popular school where I'll have a chance at a better future, so I saved up and transferred to Stormbridge academy... Saved up? No! I took loans.

Yeah, it was crazy. But I was desperate, and here I am in this mess.

Ugh! Fuck my life.

Sighs. I'll worry about this later, but for now, I need to head back to the arena and watch the conclusion of the hockey match... I need to see Noah Boulevard ace this match as usual.

Oh... It's the 2018 inter academy hockey match, and we're here at Stormbridge hockey arena. I stepped out in the middle of the match to use the restroom.

As I approached the arena, someone suddenly pushed me from behind, and my knees cracked against the floor.

I winced.

"What the fuck was..." I paused as I lifted my gaze, and the most annoying pair of brown eyes welcomed me.

Bailey Sinclair. My stepsister and dad's adopted daughter.

My mom had just passed away ten years ago shortly after my eighth years birthday, when my dad remarried and adopted this bitch, his new wife's daughter, as his.

He neglected me for her.

Oh... She's the perfect daughter dad always wanted, and me? I was a crazy bitch he regretted giving birth to.

Maybe I'd have been swayed too if I was in his shoes. I mean, Bailey presented herself as a perfect daughter, doing every of his bidding, and here's me who doesn't give two fucks about him or anyone.

Ugh! This bitch!

"Sorry... My hands slipped." A smirk curled around her lips.

"I told you not to show your face here... Have you forgotten that you don't belong here?" She crossed her arms in front of her, eyes locked down on me.

Well, Bailey claims to be Stormbridge's queenbee, forcing herself on the school's popular hockey player, Noah, but she's obviously making a fool of herself... Noah doesn't give a shit about her.

Pain exploded through my knees as I tried to get up. God help this bitch, because she'd be so fucking screwed once I manage to get up from here.

"Bailey!"

"What? Does it hurt?" She huffed.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and when I lifted my gaze, I saw people walking out of the arena.

I gasped. Is the match over already?

'What is going on there?'

'Oh, my God! Isn't that Vivianne? Come on, let's go watch them. I think something interesting is happening there'

One thing I hate... People seeing me in my worst state, and right now, I feel like disappearing. I hate being pathetic.

Fuck! I need to put this bitch in her place!

I muffled a cry as I tried to stand on my feet, but limped and staggered, crashing back to the floor.

By then, students already had their phones in the air, taking videos of me.

"I thought she's strong. Why is she being all pathetic now?"

"What a day to witness the downfall of Vivianne. She's always so full of herself."

My nails dug into the marbled floor, my jaw tightening as I listened to them say shits to me.

Fuck!

Then suddenly, their loud noises slowly faded into silence, each head turning back as loud footsteps echoed behind them.

I blinked. What's that?

Bailey gasped, covering her mouth the moment she turned her head back.

"Noah?" Her voice cracked.

I blinked. Noah?

"What's going on here?"

My breath caught as his voice tore through the heavy silence. Sharp, firm, and demanding.

"No...Noah..." Bailey stuttered before she was shoved out of the way, and Noah stood before me.

He was still wearing his jerseys. On one hand is his skates, and the other is wrapped around his helmet, his honey brown eyes locked on me.

My pulse quickened, and stomach knotted nervously.

I've had a crush on Noah since I transferred to Stormbridge Academy months ago.

I'd daydream about him... imagine shits in my head... I'd even imagined what sex with him would feel like.

You wouldn't blame me, right? Noah is hot, talented, flirty, soft-spoken, and even the top student in the whole Stormbridge... In short, he ticked all my boxes. How could I not want him?

"Ms. Sinclair?"

I blinked. He knows my name? It's the first time he's saying my name. I always thought he never noticed me.

"Are you okay?" He dropped everything he was holding and hurried to squat beside me, my throat tightened as he held my shoulders and helped me up, but I crashed against him, letting out a sharp cry.

He turned to Bailey, his face dripping with rage. "Did you do this to her?"

Her lips trembled. "It's... it's not what you think, Noah. I was... I was..."

"You!" He gritted angrily, then turned to me and said, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

And without a warning, he swept me off my feet.

I froze, my eyes widened.

Then he turned to Bailey. "You better be ready to explain to the principal why you were trying to ruin Stormbridge's reputation by bullying someone."

'What's going on between them?'

'Why is Noah helping her?'

Whispers echoed behind us, as he walked away with me in his arms without even a single glance back at them.

My cheeks burned hot, eyes locked on his sharp jawlines, and heart pounding as my fingers fisted on his chest.

Is this a dream? Noah stepping up to help me? Or is he just trying to save the academy's reputation?

We reached the infirmary, and the health assistant attended to my wound.

*****

"Can you walk?" Noah asked as I limped beside him out of the infirmary.

'No, I can't'

I wanted him to carry me again... It felt good earlier. I could see his face close-up... and I enjoyed the view, but still, I shook my head.

"Hmm... Thank you."

"I'm sorry for bothering you." I muttered, fondling my fingers.

"It's nothing at all."

A smile crept up my face as I looked away. Thanks to that bitch, I got to be in Noah's arms. I guess I will forgive her this time... but wait! She fucking made me not to see the conclusion of the match.

Well, scratch that! I'm going to make her pay for this.

Maybe I should ask Noah how the match ended.

"Uhm... The match..."

"Stormbridge won the game today. We're having a party to celebrate our win tonight. Mind coming..." His voice trailed off and he sighed, glancing down at my knees. "Sorry... I almost forgot. Of course, you can't make it."

Can't make it? Give me a fucking break! I don't mind going there in a wheelchair. I mean, Noah just invited me, so I must be there.

"Yeah, sure... I'll be there."

He blinked.

"Oh... This is fine. It doesn't hurt as much." I chuckled nervously.

Unlike some other rude rich kids, Noah is different. He is down-to-earth, sweet, polite, and cheerful despite being the son of the wealthiest man in New York, and the future heir of Boulevard's empire, owned and managed by his dad, Mr. Boulevard.

"Are you sure about this?"

I nodded.

"Let me have your phone."

I handed him my phone and we exchanged numbers.

"Saved it for you." he turned my phone screen to me. He'd already saved his number on my phone.

"Send me your address. I'll pick you up tonight."

Chapter 2

Vivianne Sinclair

By 8 P.M, I was all dolled up for the party. I stood before the mirror, face brightened with a smile as my eyes swept over my reflection.

A short white fitted gown. The perfect dress for tonight... An easy one to throw off if shit goes down later.

'You're crazy, Vivianne!'

Yeah, I know.

I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, but paused as I met Bailey at the door.

She stared with disgust.

"Just because Noah helped you last time, you think you suddenly have the privilege to attend his party?" She scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her, eyes sweeping over me.

"You had better not make a fool of yourself, Vivianne."

There goes my busybody stepsister.

My eyes dropped to her bruised knees that was still barely healed, and a smirk curled my lips.

Of course, I made sure she paid for what she did to me earlier. I pushed her in school and made sure she bruised her knees... just like she did to me.

Sighs! Suddenly, everyone referred to me as a bad person, but nobody gave a fuck when she pushed me.

Well, I didn't give a shit about what they say or think of me.

I wore a smile, crossing my arms on my chest, and sniffled the air. "I see your knees doesn't hurt as much... Asking for another one?"

She gritted her teeth, her gaze burning.

"Vivianne!"

"Go fuck yourself, Bailey." Then I pushed her out of my way and walked away.

My breath caught, and my grip tightened on my phone the moment I stepped out of the house and saw Noah.

He stood by his red sport car, wearing a pair of baggy denim jeans and jacket, opened in the chest.

My eyes lingered on his broad chest as I stood before him, and fingers itching to touch him.

"Hey..." His voice snapped me back to reality, and my cheeks flushed as I found his eyes roaming my body.

"Hey!" My voice cracked beneath the loud pounding in my chest.

"How's your knee now?" He glanced down at my knee, and I smiled shyly.

"I'm feeling better now... Thanks to you."

"That's good to hear..." He paused, his eyes sweeping over my body again, a soft smile playing on his face.

"You look hot tonight, Ms. Sinclair... As always."

The way his eyes roamed my body... The way he bit his lip... Fuck! I felt my body heat up, and my core tightened just at the sight of that.

"Ladies first..." He opened the car door for me. "After you."

I swallowed nothing.

"Thank you."

Then I hopped in. My eyes locked with Bailey for a moment as she stood at the entrance, glaring at me, just before Noah drove off.

At Noah's place, my eyes swept around the living room. Students danced in pairs to the buzzing music, drinking, and screaming.

I almost mistook it for a club. I mean, I didn't know our students were this wild.

I felt uncomfortable for a split second.

"Are you alright?" Noah's voice brought me back to reality, and I managed to smile at him, nodding my head.

"Do you want to dance?"

"Yes..." I nodded, unable to hold back. I'd been waiting for this moment all my life.

My breath hitched as he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close, our bodies pressing against each other.

"I've not danced with anyone before." I whispered shyly, melting under his gaze as he guided my hand to his shoulder.

He gave me a reassuring smile, "I got this."

"Just follow my lead."

Then we began dancing.

My legs faltered at each step we took, but Noah's strong arm around my waist held me in place, as he smiled at me, as if telling me 'it's okay. I've got this'.

"Has anyone ever told you this?"

I raised a brow. "Huh?"

"Your eyes... they're gorgeous..." He leaned close, his warm breath fanning the nape of my neck, and his lips brushed my earlobe as he hushed. "... And seductive."

My breath caught, and my grip subconsciously tightened on him.

I looked away, and he chuckled lightly.

Everything went still... except the continuous thudding in my chest.

My eyes lingered on his lips, and heat flushed through my body, settling deep in my abdomen, clutching it tightly, down to my pussy.

Holy fuck! Am I aroused?

Hell no! This can't happen, please! I'd be embarrassed.

"You know you look cute when you're shy, hmm?"

Fuck! He's flirting with me... Does he have the slightest idea of what he's doing to me right now?

Our eyes locked for a moment before they dropped to his lips, and I swallowed hard as nasty thoughts flooded my mind.

I was still reeling when a cold liquid suddenly spilled on my back, wetting my cloth.

I gasped before turning swiftly, and there she was... Bailey. She stood before me, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

When did this bitch get here?

"Oops! My hand slipped."

I knew she did that intentionally.

My jaw tightened as my blood boiled beneath my skin.

How dare she ruin my dance with Noah?!

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Bailey?" Noah gritted, but before he could say another word, I grabbed the glass of wine beside me, and threw it right on her face.

She gasped... I gasped... And everyone else gasped. Then silence followed.

"Oops! My hand slipped, stepsister." I smirked.

"Vivianne, you bitch! How dare you?" She gritted, fuming.

"You fucking asked for that!" Noah said to her, then held my hand.

"Come with me. I'll go help you clean that." he gently led me away from the living room, not before glaring at Bailey.

We walked into one of the rooms upstairs, and Noah turned to me.

"I'll get you something to change into." As he walked to the closet, I took the opportunity to glance around, my lips hanging open in awe.

The room wasn't just spacious, but had the perfect decoration too. A king-sized bed laid in the center, right beneath the chandelier light ascending from the ceiling.

I barely started admiring the room when Noah walked back to me with a white baggy shirt.

"Can you make do with this? I'll have your dress dry cleaned."

"Oh... thank you." My fingers brushed his as I reached for the dress, and my breath caught.

We locked eyes for a moment, and as my gaze dropped to his lips, my inside twitched with desire.

'Kiss those lips'.

A voice screamed in my head, but I held back.

"Uhm... I'll change into this." I said hurriedly, dashing into the bathroom.

*****

"This barely covers me." I muttered, pulling the shirt down once I changed into it.

The shirt barely covered my butt, and I had only panties on.

"Ms. Sinclair? Are you okay?" Noah knocked on the door gently.

"Oh... Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a bit."

My fingers tightened at my sides as I stepped back into the room.

"I'm here..."

Noah's eyes swept over me, a smirk curling his lips.

"Looks my shirt looks better on you than it does on me.".

My cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I muttered.

"It's fine... You looked cool back there by the way." He chuckled. "I didn't know Ms Sinclair had that fierce side."

I bit my lip, rubbing my palms beside me, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I was just-"

"I liked that." His voice ignited something in me.

I blinked. "Huh?"

"I like crazy girls..." he chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, please. I mean I like my girl crazy and can defend herself when I'm not there."

I swallowed hard. 'My girl?'

My lips parted but no words came out. Our eyes just locked, silence echoed around us... except for the sound of my heartbeat... Loud and heavy. As if it'd explode in a second.

My eyes roamed his body, settling on his lips, and my pulse quickened with desire. The only thing I could think of at that moment was to be taken... by Noah.

'Pull yourself together, Vivianne. You are not about to offer yourself to him for sex, are you?'

I tried to think of something else... just anything to get me distracted, but the feeling of my blood rushing under my skin, the heat in between my legs... and the tingling in my skin, kept drawing me back.

My lips parted as my breath became shallow, and the next second, Noah closed the distance between us, his finger brushing against my lips, eyes locked on me, and his voice... hoarse.

"Fuck it, Vivianne... What are you doing to me?"

Chapter 3

Vivianne Sinclair

My fingers tightened at my sides, heart pounding hard against my ribcage as Noah's lips brushed mine.

For a moment, I stood frozen as he pulled away, our eyes locked, and silence thickened around us, but I could hear the thudding in my chest... as if my heart was begging for an escape.

My skin tingled as his hand found its way to my cheek, his forehead pressed lightly on mine, and that dirty flirtatious smile that had my core clenching with desire, lingered on his lips.

"Fuck!" He groaned in a muffled breath, his face buried deep in my neck, his arms wrapped around me, as if he didn't ever want to let me go.

"No...ah..." My breath hitched, voice cracking, fingers digging into his arms as his lips pressed harder into my neck, teasing me.

He pulled away, his eyes locked on mine lustfully, a dirty smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he said between shaky breath.. "Say my name again, V."

Heat crept up my chest, and I swallowed nothing.

V? Wow! I love that name... the way it sounded so smooth and seductive.

"Noa..." He claimed my lips apart... Slow... gentle... and soft... as if taking his time to savour this moment, and fuck! This feeling was driving me insane.

My knees buckled beneath me, skin tingling with anticipation as his hand crawled up my thighs.

Yes! Right there... Please touch me right there.

But he stopped halfway and pulled away slightly in a way that his arm was still around my waist, and his eyes fixed on me.

"Are you sure about this, V?" He asked, breathless.

"I'll stop if you ask me to..." He leaned close, his face less than an inch away. "But please don't..."

He pleaded, as if desperate for this.

I could stop this now, but I wanted this... I wanted Noah so badly that I couldn't resist it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pecking his lips.

He smirked then swept me off my feet, laying me carefully on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

My lips parted, and I gulped down the lump in my throat the moment he took off his shirt, and his sexy toned abs greeted my innocent eyes.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped before I could hold back, and he chuckled.

My eyes glued to his abs, my fingers itching to touch them, but I resisted it.

My attention was disrupted when Noah took my hand and placed it on his chest, his eyes on me. "I'm all yours tonight, V. You can touch me however you like."

A smile crept up my face as I carefully ran my fingers through his body.

His lips parted, breath stuttering, and eyes squeezed shut.

Is this real? The shit I had been imagining in my head for months... has it finally come to reality?

"Fuck it, V." He moaned with a shaky breath as my fingers brushed his nipple, and his member hardened against my waist.

I panicked for a second.

Isn't that too huge?

But his lips pressing against my belly button, and his warm palm crawling up my inner thigh distracted me.

I jerked my hips, pressing my legs together subconsciously as his fingers brushed my swollen and wet pvssy.

He looked at me, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he said, "I'm proud of you, V. Look how wet you are for me... You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

I blinked, replaying his words in my head.

Does he feel the same way for me?

I hadn't even answered my own question when his finger brushed that sweet spot... my clitoris, and I felt a spark inside me... One that had me gasping for breathing, biting my lip, and pressing my head hard against the pillow.

I shuddered beneath him, my abdomen clenching, and my heart racing as he teased me down there... Slow... fast... slow... gentle... rough... soft... and then slow. I felt my pvssy throb... with pleasure.

My wall tightened, body shaking violently, breath hitching as Noah increased the pace.

"Fuck!" My fingers dug deep into the bedsheet, my toes curling on their own, and my hips jerking... once... twice... and the third time, I felt my orgasm tore through me...

*****

Next morning

I stepped into Stormbridge building, my heart pounding hard and core tightening as memories of last night clawed back into my mind.

My v-area was still sore, but knowing that I gave my virginity to my crush, the hottest, and most popular hockey player in school... I guess that's compensation.

Are we automatically dating now after last night? I can't wait to see and ask Noah that, Being Noah's girlfriend? That'll be a dream come true.

When I woke up this morning, Noah was already gone. Although that was disappointing, I assumed he'd gone out for his morning workout, so I had left his apartment back to my dorm room to get ready for school.

My breath caught in my throat when I spotted Noah walking down the veranda.

"Hey, Noa..." My voice trailed off, and I curled my nails into my palms.

Facing him now will make me feel uncomfortable, knowing that I cummed for this same dude last night. I should brace myself for now.

I took a deep breath before proceeding to class.

"She's here... She's here..." I could swear on my life that I heard someone say in a low voice the moment I stepped into the class.

I paused, my eyes sweeping around the class, meeting each of the students' eyes. They stared weirdly at me, some making faces.

"What's going on?" I muttered, my fingers tightening on my backpack, but I shook it off and proceeded to my seat.

Talking behind my back is what they do best. If it'll help their grades, then that's fine.

'My God! She's so disgusting. How can she show her face in school today after what she did? Shameless'.

'I knew she was a bitch, but this is unexpected!'

The noises soon faded into silence the moment Bailey walked into the class. She walked straight to me, her eyes locked on me.

I rolled my eyes. She better not start now. I'm too excited to get into a fight with her.

"Bailey, what is..."

SLAPS!

I gasped, eyes widened as my hand flew to my burning cheek as Bailey's hand smacked my cheek so hard.

"Isn't it enough that you were allowed to stay in this school despite that you don't belong here, and what? You brought shame to the family instead?" She gritted, her eyes burning with rage.

I shot to my feet, tightening my jaw.

"Vivi..."

SLAPS!

My hand swung across her face, smacking her cheek so hard that she winced, her hand instinctively flying to her face. Her eyes widened.

"Don't fucking put your hand on me. Ever again!"

'Isn't she shameless? How can she do this?'

'I can't believe Noah would stoop so low to sleep with her. I can bet with my life that she threw herself at him'.

My breath caught, my jaw almost reaching the ground. How did they know that I slept with Noah?

"Vivianne! Seducing Noah? Do you know what the fuck you just done?" Bailey's voice drew my attention back as she tossed her phone on the table in front of me.

A picture of myself, naked on Noah's bed displayed on the screen.

I froze.

My chest tightened, knees buckled beneath me, and my hand trembled as I reached for the phone.

"Wh... what is this?" My voice cracked in a whisper.

I was still reeling from what I just discovered when a familiar voice echoed outside the classroom.

"You won the bet, buddy... I told you she was just acting tough." It was Levi... one of Noah's close friends.

Those words crushed the last piece of my broken heart.

"Yeah... Noah always gets whoever he wants... Of course, no girl can resist Noah's charm. That's what makes him a star."

I huffed silently, squeezing my shut as it spun achingly.

He took my virginity for a mere bet with his friends? The moment we shared last night... It was all a game to him?

I trusted him... I thought I was safe with him. I thought he felt something genuine for me... but all these... him showing up to save me when Bailey bullied me... inviting me to his party... ending up in his room... They were all his perfect plans all along.

My heart twisted, and tears blurred my vision.

Noah walked into the class with his friends at that moment, but paused, colours draining from his face as our eyes locked.

Even though it was for a split second, I saw what looked like remorse in his eyes... Or maybe I was just hoping he felt it. Maybe it wasn't there at all.

I tightened my jaw, my blood boiling under my skin. For a second, I thought of walking away silently, but hell no! That is not who I am!

Vivianne doesn't ever go down without a fight.

I won't go down alone.

I held my shoulders and my head up high, forcing a smile on my face as I locked eyes with Noah.

"Yeah, I had sex with Noah." I admitted.

Everything stilled... except for the pounding and aching in my chest.

"Well, too bad I didn't get the pleasure of that first time..." I paused and sighed. "Noah's weiner was too little that I merely felt it penetrating me. I didn't even feel my hymen break."

Everyone gasped, heads turning to look at him, murmurs building in the classroom.

You want to humiliate me? Well, I don't mind dragging you to hell with me.

"I've always fantasized about my first time being magical, but thanks to Noah, I'm traumatized, and I don't think I want to try sex again for a long time."

Noah's face reddened with embarrassment.

"What do you think you are doing, Vivianne?!" Bailey snapped, and I turned to her, a smile stretched around my lips.

Right... I almost forgot that I haven't put this bitch in her place.

"I would've suggested you try him yourself, stepsis... but I know you like it big enough to fill up your coochie."

She clenched her jaw, fingers tightened beside her.

"Ms. Sinclair..." The principal, Mr. James walked into the class, his eyes on me.

"Come with me." And without another word, he turned and walked out of the class, not before glancing at Noah.

I'm screwed!