Page 124 of Trade Deadline

Blaine flips his middle finger up at Hayden.

“I used to have a poster of you on my bedroom wall,” I confess, then cringe. “Sorry, that was really weird.”

Hayden bursts into laughter, and Blaine’s eyes are so wide, his eyebrows nearly touch his hairline.

“What?” His voice is high-pitched. “Please tell me that’s not true and you’re pranking me right now.”

I shrug one shoulder, rolling my lips together to suppress my laughter. I’m finding it far too amusing how flustered Blaine’s getting. “What can I say? He’s always been hot.”

Hayden holds his hands out to the side. “Can’t argue that. The guy speaks the truth.”

“Fuck off.” Blaine glares at his agent, then slumps onto the bench at our table opposite Hayden, putting his head in his hands. “Can’t believe my boyfriend has a crush on my agent.”

“I don’t have a crush on himnow,” I chuckle, kissing the top of his head before taking a seat next to him.

“I’m starting to regret inviting you,” Blaine grumbles.

“No need to feel threatened, Olsen; I’m not gonna steal your man.” Hayden teases and winks at me.

Teenage me would be dying right now because Hayden Cassidy was one of my first crushes. He has that typical Californian boy-next-door look about him—a face made for billboards.

I place my hand on my man's thigh in a sign of reassurance, because as much as I’m startled by meeting Hayden, I’m still very much in love with Blaine andno oneis hotter than him.

A few moments later, a waitress walks over to take our orders, and I’m stunned speechless at the amount of food the two of them order.

“Did the contract get signed?” Hayden asks.

Blaine nods. “Yeah, thank you for sorting it out. It’s a big weight off my shoulders.”

Hayden waves him off. “Don’t sweat it, it’s what you pay me for.” He takes a sip of water, then leans forward to rest his forearms on the table and lowers his voice. “Did you hear about what went down?”

Blaine shakes his head.

“It turns out Petford’s been sleeping with Peyton’s wife. I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but shit hit the fan yesterday, and Peyton threw down the gauntlet. He told Harris that it was either him or Petford.”

My jaw drops open in shock. “His own teammate's wife?”

Hayden nods as Blaine says, “Yeah, it’s pretty common. Hockey players can be pigs.”

Wow.

Now that’s something you don’t hear about in the press.

“I also found out who was behind the bullshit tweet about you the other night.” Hayden announces.

Blaine lifts his head, “Who was it?”

“Remember the red-haired bunny from that blog post? Caitlin?”

My spine straightens at the name. It can’t be the same person, right?

Blaine grunts. “Why am I not surprised?”

“She must’ve been feeling bitter that you moved on to someone better,” Hayden says, “because she went straight into the arms of Petford.”

While Blaine and Hayden discuss the drama surrounding Petford and Peyton, I take my phone out of my pocket and go onto Instagram to find the original profile that started sending me the vile messages.

I blocked her, and several other accounts, but her profile is still visible.

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