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Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Use Me
LIAMEmilia snorts against my shoulder but pulls away gently, nudging me with a quiet smile before moving to sit next to Lacey. She doesn’t say anything — neither of them do — but they fall into a kind of easy silence, the kind that doesn’t need permission or apology.They drink. Slowly. Quietly. Shoulder to shoulder, not facing each other, but not alone either.By 3:47 PM, I’ve got two women sunk into their own exhaustion, tipsy on cheap beer and heavier thoughts. Lacey’s cup is on the ground, empty. Emilia’s head rests lightly on her friend’s shoulder. Neither of them is crying, but it’s the kind of silence that comes after you’ve felt everything all at once.I sit with them. I don’t speak. Just stay close and keep an eye out, in case either of them needs a refill — or a reason to keep going.It’s peaceful. For maybe five minutes.Then Emilia hiccups.“But… but…” she starts, blinking slowly at Lacey like her brain’s buffering. “If whales are mammals… does that mean they have belly b
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Extras In A Rom-com
LACEY“There’s no gun,” I say, voice calm, smile stretched tight across my face. “But it doesn’t really matter, does it?”My fingers twitch, aching to hurt her in some way — something to make her feel a fraction of what she’s done to me.Then I catch Liam’s look — worried, wary — and watch him press a kiss to Emilia’s palm before guiding her away. It douses the fire just enough to remind me I’m not completely unhinged. Not yet.Still, it kills the high. Like someone switching off the music at a party just when the beat drops. Sanity — boring, exhausting sanity — pulls me back in before I get the satisfaction I want.But I stay. I face her.Céline’s eyes flicker. She doesn’t know what I’m capable of, and that’s enough. The fear is real. I can see it.She tries to scoff, but her voice is tight. “You’re fucking crazy.”I tilt my head, the smile never moving. “Thank you.”I step closer, slow and steady. A final warning.She knows I could still burn everything down. And maybe one day, I wi
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
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