JAX'S POV
11:46 PM.
Fourteen minutes. We had exactly fourteen minutes until the entire hockey world looked at a private, intimate moment between me and the woman I loved and turned it into trashy locker-room gossip.
I looked down at Mila.
The beautiful, victorious glow that had just filled her face after standing up to her father was completely gone, replaced by a pale, frozen mask of horror. Her phone was still vibrating in her hand as more notifications started pouring in like a damn avalanche.
"He did it anyway," Mila whispered, her voice so small and broken it tore a hole straight through my chest. "He sat in that office, looked me in the eye, and pretended to back down... but he had already pushed the button. Jax, it’s everywhere. People are already tweeting about it."
"Mila, br
