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Promises At A Fairy Trail
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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Bad People Get What They Deserve
EMILIATWO DAYS LATERWe arrived at the dock five minutes early. Surprisingly, we were the first ones there.Becca mentioned something about announcing the prize today, but honestly? I don’t care much.Actually, I don’t care at all.Too much has happened these past few days. Everything’s been moving so fast, it’s hard to keep track of what matters.At first, I hated being the face of the media on this cruise. The one who was always criticized by the media, having my life and private details on the front page.But now, nobody on this cruise talks about the drama anyway. Probably because half of them are drowning in their own. Like, I’m not even the biggest scandal here — and that’s saying something.Every day, more “oops-that-wasn’t-supposed-to-leak” photos drop. Celebrities. Influencers. People with last names that sound like they should own oil fields. All getting exposed left and right.Which raises the question — who’s leaking all this stuff? And why?Tessa swore up and down there’
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Mine
EMILIA“That’s everyone,” Tonia says, ticking the last name off her clipboard. She looks up, gives her boyfriend and Céline a long, tight-lipped glare, and sighs like she’s been holding her breath all day.“Did you see that?” I whisper to Lacey, who’s standing beside me and Liam. As expected, the red plastic cup she’s holding smells like cheap beer up close.Lacey nods. “I’ll ask her about it later. They ditched me halfway again. I had to find my way back using straight-up muscle memory.”“Impressive,” Liam mumbles. “Didn’t know being buzzed improved your internal compass.”I pinch his arm. He barely reacts but throws me a sly smile. Lacey doesn’t notice a thing, just shrugs and takes another sip.“If I had to guess, I’d say Tonia’s finally figuring out that three’s a crowd,” Lacey says, wiping her lip with the back of her hand.I hum, distracted. Cameras are everywhere. I spot one guy pretending not to point his lens directly at us, but he’s not slick. The tension gets worse when I s
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Promises At A Fairy Trail
EMILIAEvening rolls in faster than I expect, and somehow — I’m actually having fun. More than fun, even. I’m smiling. Laughing. And I don’t even have to pretend.At some point, Liam convinced me that a walking tour was a brilliant idea. And — annoyingly — he was right.“The scenery here is unreal,” I whisper, eyes soaking in the golden sky, the cobblestone path, the way the light hits the buildings just right. What I don’t say is that he’s half the reason everything feels beautiful.He leans down to answer, voice close to my ear — always my right ear. Ever since I told him I’m half-deaf in my left, he’s never once stood on that side. Never had to be reminded.“Better than wasting daylight in the shade, huh?”“Not a chance.”We were able to find a store to get dry clothes, thankfully my old ones weren’t exactly favourites of mine.Actually, I think the shirt was a gift from Zane. Good riddance.“You can never let me win, huh? If it really is such a burden, we can go back to the beach.
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Genius
TW: Abuse, please proceed with caution.EMILIAThe hardest part of falling in love — truly falling — is the moment you realise what love isn’t.It’s the moment you understand that love shouldn’t ache just to feel real. That the tight pull in your stomach isn’t butterflies — it’s fear. That the alarm bells ringing in your mind aren’t oxytocin — they’re warnings.Real love doesn’t confine you.It doesn’t demand control.It doesn’t shame you for falling short of its expectations.It doesn’t dismiss your voice or steal your choices.It doesn’t mask manipulation as care, or dominance as passion.Love isn’t supposed to strip you bare until there’s nothing left to give.Liam’s hands move gently into my hair, unraveling the little braid I did this morning. A tear escapes before I can stop it.And when I open my eyes—It’s not Liam I see.It’s Zane.The memory returns so vividly, I almost double over. It visits me often, especially when I try to convince myself that he loved me. That he always
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Rewrite Everything
EMILIAI guess sometimes you have to be shivering, bone-deep cold before you can rethink your life choices.I surface, coughing and laughing, water streaming down my face. Liam comes up right after me, spluttering.“You pulled us over!”“You leaned!”“You panicked!”“I laughed!”He glares at me, soaking wet, hair stuck to his forehead. “You owe me dry clothes.”“Says the one who was just boasting about his steering technique! Look, now my cardigan’s all wet.”If possible, his glare intensifies. “It’s not even yours.”Details, details.We tread water for a moment, breathing hard, the air quiet around us except for our laughter and the gentle ripple of waves. Despite everything — despite the bickering and the shivering — I don’t want to be anywhere else.Or maybe just in Tessa’s expensive apartment cuddled up in her throw blanket and drinking out of her expensive wine supply, while she burns down the kitchen.At least the fire will provide some warmth.Eventually, he paddles toward the
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player A Couple’s Guide To Canoe Sinking
LIAM It’s painful to admit my sauce went uneaten.After a few more minutes with Emilia’s lips locked on mine, I found that her appetite wasn’t for food.Not that I’m complaining — oh, no, not at all. In fact, the thought of her lips on mine is the only thing keeping my sour mood from getting any worse.But then, just as I thought we might finally get some peace, the ship’s horn blares through the air, loud and jarring, dragging us both back to reality.“Attention, all passengers!” the voice crackles over the intercom. “We are approaching Mackinac Island. Please make your way to the nearest exit as we prepare to dock. The island awaits!”I groan, half in frustration, half in disbelief, as the moment we were building shatters. Emilia pulls away from me with a soft laugh, her eyes still shining, and I can’t help but stare at her for a second longer than I should.And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I found myself standing at the entrance to Mackinac Island — next to a practically glo
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Perky
EMILIA His response is instant. One second, I’m kissing him like I’ve been starving for it — because I have — and the next, his hand fists in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp. He swallows the sound with a kiss that’s deeper, rougher, like I’ve just lit a fuse he’s been desperate to keep under control. Then control shatters. He walks me back until the counter hits my lower back, and the chill of it is nothing compared to the fire spreading under my skin. His mouth is on mine like he’s claiming something, like he’s making a promise with every breath. Like he’s daring me to pretend I don’t want this as badly as he does. His other hand grips my waist — firm, possessive, fingers sinking into me like he’s trying to ground himself. There’s no hesitation in his touch. No question. Just a quiet command: You’re not running. Not this time. “You,” he mutters against my lips, his voice dark and wrecked, “taste like spice.” I don’t have it in me to laugh. My pulse stutters
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Yardstick
EMILIAHer eyes snap to mine, irritation flaring like I’ve just asked the dumbest question imaginable. “What the hell? You don’t know who Julie is?”I blink. “No? Is she a friend? Like Jessica?” Even saying the name ‘Jessica’ feels like licking rust.For some reason, that sets Lacey off. She snorts — actually snorts — and then dissolves into messy laughter. “Julie? Like Jessica?” She nearly slides off the stool. “God, Liam, she really doesn’t know anything about Jess, huh?”“Drop it.” Liam doesn’t raise his voice, but it’s enough to slice through the room. Lacey’s laugh dies on her lips.“Wait, she doesn’t?” Her gaze swings back to me, slower this time. There’s something different behind her eyes now — curiosity, maybe pity. I can’t tell which is worse.“I’m not getting involved in that shit,” she mutters, standing with a wobble. “He’s already thrown out my wine, so it’s time for me to leave.” She leans in, drops a sloppy kiss on my cheek, then stumbles toward Liam. Her hand slaps aga
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Saga
EMILIA The days on the cruise go by quickly. Or maybe I’m the only one who sees it like that, maybe time isn’t passing quickly, it’s just that I don’t care enough anymore about everything that would have once killed me on the inside. And this time feels different. Because this time… I have Liam. Liam, who isn’t scared to post public statements defending me. Liam, who shares pictures of us on his socials — even if it doesn’t stop the whispers from those articles or that mysterious “source,” he does it anyway, like he’s proud to be seen with me. And I don’t feel anything for him. Obviously. Still, somehow, he’s managed to become this… constant. Someone I know will be there when everything else gets loud. Someone who shows up, even when I don’t ask. I’ve tried to ignore it. Tried to pretend I don’t notice the small things. Like yesterday, when I finally asked him why he always picks the non-seafood meals. I mean, it’s not like he has to. It’s just me with the seafood all
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