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Telltale Signs

Author: Ms. Anonymous
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 00:28:31

The music pulses through the air, the energy in the room electric. Laughter and cheers surround us as guests take turns playing the body shots game.

We ditched the pool for something a little more intimate. The bar barely fits thirty of us, but that only makes everything feel more dangerous. More thrilling.

The game is simple: one person in a couple sits on the floor, we spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on can either do body shots with their partner—or pick someone else.

For me, it’s risky as hell.

But I’d rather pretend I’m into it than end up as tomorrow’s first victim in shots roulette.

A round finishes. Two guys — ridiculously hot, obviously — pull apart, their lips glistening from salt and tequila. I swear, being unfairly attractive must be a requirement to get on this guest list.

“This is going to be fun,” Liam murmurs, nudging my shoulder. His voice is low, teasing.

We’re perched on barstools, waiting for our turn to sit on the floor.

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  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   Madness

    LACEYOut of the corner of my eye, I see Liam heading toward Emilia, but my focus doesn't budge.Céline.She stands there like she’s the one who’s been wronged — wide-eyed, trembling, like she just stumbled onto a stage she didn’t know she was standing on.I wonder how many nights actresses like Jessica Monroe have spent in front of the mirror, trying to perfect that exact look. The helplessness. The carefully measured innocence. Céline wears it effortlessly, like it’s second nature.Maybe it always was.Maybe the entire friendship was just another performance.No. No, I can’t—I can’t believe that.Because if I do, it means none of it was real. Not the late nights, not the laughter, not the way she used to cry in my arms and say I was the only person who ever stayed. It means I made it all up. Like some desperate idiot chasing love in a house full of mirrors.“Tell me it’s not true, Céline,” I say, but it’s not really me speaking. It’s some broken part of me trying to crawl out. The

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   Endorphins

    LACEYThe call ends, and I force myself into a sports bra and joggers from one of the brands I endorse. I throw on a cap, hoping it screams stay away.Spoiler: it doesn’t.By the time I grab a can beer and head toward the gym, I’ve already heard too many “Hi Lacey!” and way too many “Where’s Céline?”I pretend not to hear any of it.Then— bam. I round the corner too fast and crash right into someone.“What the fu— oh. Hi, Lacey.”Tonia.She’s holding her nose — right where it slammed into my shoulder — and giving me a strained smile.She’s wearing less jewellery than usual. Just the nose piercing. And even though she dyed her hair last week, her roots are already peeking through. That’s not like her.I’m clear-headed enough to pull myself out of my self misery and take a look at her. I’ve never seen her roots show before, if that isn’t a call of help I don’t know what is. “Hey, Tonia. Are you okay?”She doesn’t look okay. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes puffy. Her lips tremble a little.

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   The Real Céline

    EMILIA“So that’s what all of this was about?” I ask, barely recognising my own voice. “Money?”Everything clicks.Liam’s weird reactions to everything involving Céline. Lacey’s offhanded comment about her being a gold digger.How Céline latched onto Tonia’s boyfriend so fast.Was it really about stealing him away from Tonia? Because he’s some crypto millionaire.God, I really should have listened to Liam and stayed away from her, but in the face of Irma, his warnings had completely left my mind.Now, I’ve walked straight into this mess.And I’m left wondering — how long has Liam known? What exactly did he know?Céline’s face twists. “You wouldn’t understand anything I go through,” she snaps, like I’ve just insulted her mere existence. “You don’t know what it’s like to have nothing. To wake up every day knowing you’re stuck while someone else gets everything.”Her voice rises. Her eyes burn.“To sit there and think: What does she have that I don’t? Why does she get the perfect life? A

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   The Real Céline

    EMILIA“So that’s what all of this was about?” I ask, barely recognising my own voice. “Money?”Everything clicks.Liam’s weird reactions to everything involving Céline. Lacey’s offhanded comment about her being a gold digger.How Céline latched onto Tonia’s boyfriend so fast.Was it really about stealing him away from Tonia? Because he’s some crypto millionaire.God, I really should have listened to Liam and stayed away from her, but in the face of Irma, his warnings had completely left my mind.Now, I’ve walked straight into this mess.And I’m left wondering — how long has Liam known? What exactly did he know?Céline’s face twists. “You wouldn’t understand anything I go through,” she snaps, like I’ve just insulted her mere existence. “You don’t know what it’s like to have nothing. To wake up every day knowing you’re stuck while someone else gets everything.”Her voice rises. Her eyes burn.“To sit there and think: What does she have that I don’t? Why does she get the perfect life? A

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   Mural Of Betrayal

    EMILIA“Have you seen this before?” I breathe, my eyes glued to the mural on the wall. We were just walking to the convenience store to grab some of Céline’s essentials, but then this caught my eye — a huge swirl of colours, like a painting from a dream.The mural stretches across the hallway, all soft pastels and golden light. It's full of pictures — painted versions of Zane and Becca, laughing, dancing, holding hands, kissing. It’s romantic in a way that makes your chest ache a little.Would be better if the groom didn’t have more than a few screws loose.“Wow,” I whisper. “The cruise really was made just for them.”Céline glances over, smiling a little like she’s not surprised. “Yeah. I was actually there when Becca and Margot planned the whole thing. They got the mural commissioned months ago.”“Wait— months?” My eyebrows lift. “They were planning this cruise that far back?”She nods, pulling her hair over one shoulder. “Becca’s a planner. And Margot’s got crazy connections.”I no

  • 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

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