My Hockey Alpha



Chapter 0557

Nina

We walked into the hotel room, the tension from dinner still palpable but left unspoken. Enzo set down his jacket and turned to look at me. Instantly, I knew that something was wrong.

"Why were you so vague about how we met, Nina? It seemed like you didn't want to talk about it," he said, his voice low.

I sighed, unsure of where to start. "It's not that I didn't want to talk about it," I said.

"Then why did it seem like you were nervous to tell the truth?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I just... I didn't want to say we had a one-night stand, Enzo. It's...complicated. You know, given the nature of our relationship now."

"Are you embarrassed about it?" he asked, his voice rising ever so slightly.

I felt my face flush. "No, I'm not embarrassed. It's just-"

"You are embarrassed!" He cut me off, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Your face is all red, Nina. Don't lie to me. I know you too well."

"It's not about embarrassment," I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's about privacy. Not everyone needs to know our business.:

Enzo sighed. "You don't think I understand that? But our story is beautiful, Nina. How we met, how we connected, it's all part of who we are.:

"It may be beautiful to us, but it's also intimate and personal. Mila was prying, Enzo. I didn't want to give her anything more to scrutinize."

Enzo shook his head. "She wasn't prying or scrutinizing. She was just curious, trying to strike up a conversation with you. And you seemed ashamed."

"I don't feel shame, Enzo," I said. "But I also don't need to divulge every intimate detail of our relationship to people we barely know."

"Every intimate detail?" he asked, a wry chuckle escaping his lips. "Come on, Nina. It was a simple question about how we met. I fail to see how it's so intimate."

I felt my blood begin to boil. "It is intimate. We hooked up the first time we met! I don't want to divulge that."

Enzo looked away, his arms crossed. "But it's not like you would have needed to divulge that detail. I mean, seriously, 'we met in college? How much more vague could you have possibly been? It just seems like you're trying to hide something. Like you don't want people to know about us."

"That's not fair and you know it. You know I've never been more sure about anything or anyone as I am about you," I retorted, my voice a pitch higher than I intended.

"Then why couldn't you just say that at dinner? Why couldn't you say that we met at a bar, and it was electric, and the rest is history?"

"Because sometimes our history is our own, and we don't have to share it with the world!" My voice came across louder than I intended.

Enzo rubbed his forehead, his eyes narrowing. "If you feel that our love story is something that should be hidden-" "I'm not hiding it! I just chose not to broadcast it during what felt like an interrogation."

"I didn't see it as an interrogation. And frankly, it's a bit odd that you did," he said.

I was taken aback. "How could you find it odd?" I asked. "Mila was pressuring me about it in front of everyone.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Didn't you see the way she looked at me? The way she looked at you?"

"Oh, come on, Nina," Enzo said with an exasperated sigh. "You're taking it too seriously. She wasn't acting any differently with us than with anyone else."

I was near boiling point. "Yes, she was!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in annoyance. "Her whole attitude shifted when it came to the two of us. I can't believe you don't see it."