I HATE HIM MORE THAN I IMAGINED (MxM)
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I found out my entire relationship with the golden boy of hockey was just a sick, twisted bet with his ex-girlfriend.
I gave Felix Sawyer my firsts, my heart, and my absolute devotion, only to stand frozen in a parking lot listening to him and his friends laugh at my pathetic existence. "The whole thing with Bethel was just a bet," he had smiled, shattering my world.
Years later, I’m no longer that naive college nerd. I’m playing in the championship finals, and the only thing standing between me and the trophy is the demon who ruined my life.
"Let's make a bet," Felix whispered, cornering me in the locker room before the game, his smug face inches from mine. "If you win, I'll crawl in the snow. But if I win... you belong to me."
I accepted, fueled by pure, unadulterated hate. I was going to crush him on the ice. I was going to make him bleed tears.
But I didn't.
I watched in absolute horror as the final buzzer blew, and the scoreboard mocked my failure. Felix skated toward me, the crowd chanting his name, a dangerous, predatory smirk on his face.
"A bet is still a bet, darling," he mouthed. And tonight, he was coming to collect his prize.
I gave Felix Sawyer my firsts, my heart, and my absolute devotion, only to stand frozen in a parking lot listening to him and his friends laugh at my pathetic existence. "The whole thing with Bethel was just a bet," he had smiled, shattering my world.
Years later, I’m no longer that naive college nerd. I’m playing in the championship finals, and the only thing standing between me and the trophy is the demon who ruined my life.
"Let's make a bet," Felix whispered, cornering me in the locker room before the game, his smug face inches from mine. "If you win, I'll crawl in the snow. But if I win... you belong to me."
I accepted, fueled by pure, unadulterated hate. I was going to crush him on the ice. I was going to make him bleed tears.
But I didn't.
I watched in absolute horror as the final buzzer blew, and the scoreboard mocked my failure. Felix skated toward me, the crowd chanting his name, a dangerous, predatory smirk on his face.
"A bet is still a bet, darling," he mouthed. And tonight, he was coming to collect his prize.





