Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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His fingers wrap around my upper arm until I’m forced to stop as he searches my eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

I straighten to my full height, which is still half a foot shorter than him. “Of course. We’re friends.”

Sort of.

Maybe.

“I don’t like it,” he says with a grunt.

“You don’t have to.”

His eyes narrow at my snappy response. “The guy is a good friend, probably the best I have, but he’s still a player.” There’s a pause. “You understand that, right?”

Even though a little piece of my heart crumbles, I lift my chin and hold his gaze. “Why would that matter to me? We’re not involved.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” His expression softens as his voice dips. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt, Jules. That’s all.”

I force a smile in hopes that he’ll drop the subject. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s unnecessary. It’s nothing more than a ride.”

He jerks his head. “If you say so.”

“I do.” I press a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah.”

And then I’m hightailing it from the restaurant before he can get it into his head to follow me. As I rush through the glass doors and into the chilled night air, my brother’s warnings churn unwantedly through my head. He’s not telling me anything I don’t already know.

Ryder is a self-admitted manwhore and can have any girl he wants. It’s been that way since high school, and it won’t change anytime soon. Especially if everything goes the way it’s supposed to, and he plays for Chicago after college. Then there’ll be even more women throwing themselves at him.

I spot Ryder’s black truck idling outside the entrance near the sidewalk. As soon as I slide inside the vehicle, he takes off, pulling out of the parking lot and into traffic.

When I remain silent, lost in thought, he flicks a glance at me. “Everything all right?”

Not really.

The last thing I want to do is fall for him. It wouldn’t be difficult. Already, I can feel myself teetering on the brink. Even though I’ve known Ryder my entire life, he hasn’t turned out to be the guy I’d always assumed. I’ve seen a different facet to his personality. He’s opened up and shared more with me these past weeks than during the entire time I’ve known him.

“Juliette?”

I force those thoughts to the back of my brain to mull over at a later date. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

That’s when I realize we’re not heading back to campus but driving in the opposite direction toward downtown. As we pull onto the main street that cuts through the heart of the city, I do a quick mental rundown of the list and what’s already been eliminated.

It’s a relief to shove those concerns from my head and focus on something else. “I think I know what we’re doing tonight.”

The smile that simmers around the edges of his lips arrows straight to my core before exploding on impact.

When we pull into the parking lot for Blue Vibe, a local club, I know I’m right.

Number seven.

Even though it’s only half past nine, the parking lot is packed. Ryder pulls into a space in the back, and we leave our jackets in the vehicle before exiting. My pulse leaps with excitement. Lame as it sounds, I’ve never been to a nightclub before. Carina has attempted to drag me to a few, but I’ve always declined the invitation.

Ryder’s arm snakes around my waist as he steers me toward the two-story red brick building. As we approach the door, he reaches around and grabs the handle before ushering me inside. After a couple of steps, his palm settles at the small of my back and I feel the heat of his touch through the fabric of my dress. He gives a chin lift to the bouncer.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, McAdams.”

“Been lying low,” he responds with a grin. “You know how it is during the season.”

“Sure do,” the guy says with a snort before giving me the quick once over. “Have fun in there.”

“Without a doubt. Catch you later, man.”

Once he propels me inside the club, everything hits me all at once. It’s like an assault on the senses. The techno beat pulses off the black walls as strobe lights cut through the darkness. There’s a long stretch of glass bar at the far side of the room with booths and tables scattered around the perimeter. The dance floor is opposite. Just like the parking lot, the space is jampacked. There’s a range of people from college-aged students to adults in their mid to late twenties. A DJ sits perched high above the crowd, mixing music.

My gaze flies around the sumptuous interior, trying to soak everything in all at once.

It’s almost a surprise when he leans close enough to whisper, “You’ve really never been here before?”


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