Fake Dating With The Playboy hockey Captain

Cassie’s POV"Thanks for the shot.” I burped, ignoring his question. The bitter sting of vodka which I had consumed still lingered on my tongue as the weight of betrayal curled around my spine like a vice. I already had too much damage for one night. My pride was tattered, my heart stomped on like Ledger had said, and now, all I wanted was to escape, to go home, crawl into bed, and pretend none of this had happened.Gripping the edge of the bar counter, I slid off the stool but before I could take a step, he pulled me back.He was behind me, his hand firm but not rough around my wrist. I turned, ready to shove him off but he leaned in so close that his breath brushed the tip of my ear. He smelled like whiskey and trouble.“My place is three blocks from here,” he whispered. “Apartment 9B. My door’s wide open... if you want.” He said, and then released me.Rolling my eyes, I let out a scoff, my face getting hot from the outright invitation. “Just like that.” I muttered, watching h

Cassie’s POVI didn’t understand the rules, not one bit.Otto had never invited me to his games before. I could only watch him practice or when I couldn't get my mind off him, I sneak into the stadium just to see him. But today, I got an invitation from the captain of the team.If asked, I would say hockey was just a loud, icy warzone where guys with too much testosterone slammed into each other with sticks and the crowd screamed like it was a life or death situation. The announcer’s voice kept echoing as the puck flipped back and forth like a demon let loose. Every time a player rammed into the glass, the crowd went wild.Bored out of my mind, I just sat there, staring at the rink but the girls around me were living for it.Every time Ledger made a move, the girls behind me would scream his name like he was a rock star instead of a sweaty guy in pads. “Ledger, I love you!” one yelled. Another practically threw her bra onto the rink causing me to roll my eyes. But then, I caught m

Ledger's POV“We're here.”Cassie said nothing as she got off the bike. Rather, she focused on roaming her eyes over her surroundings. I had brought her to the edge of Grenfell's Mountain. Below us, we could see the city stretched out.“Where have you brought me to?” Cassie asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. I grinned, having expected her question. “I'm so glad you asked.” I admitted, pausing for dramatic effect. “This is my favourite spot. You can see everything from up here.”“Okay…” Was all she said, drawing out the word. “Why have you brought me here?”The nonchalant tone in her voice almost made me second guess everything. But I could not shake the image of her face after the cheating incident. That wrecked, gut punched look she had worn stayed with me.Asides that, I couldn't get the previous night out of my mind. And the night before? I wanted a repeat of it. Perhaps sober, this time.“I told you…” I began, answering the question she had poised, “this is my favourite spo

Cassie's POV The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Almost. Though the rumours continued to circulate around the school, business went on as usual. By afternoon, the rumours had come to a lull. But I had a feeling it wouldn't last long, like the silence before a storm.Midway through the Media Law and Ethics lecture, a commotion was heard just outside the lecture room. I let out a deep sigh. These delinquents seriously needed to get a life and stop interrupting other people's educa… The door burst open suddenly and in walked a few members of the Snow Bear team in their varsity jackets. Ledger led the group, unsurprisingly. I should have known that the delinquents in question would be his clique. It appeared they had just returned from a team meeting. Ledger headed straight for the table where I was seated and leapt over the table to land in between me and poor Bryan sitting beside me. Bryan scrambled aside instantly, creating room for Ledger to sit. The rest of the clique: Fred

Ledger's POV As soon as we got on the road, Cassie rounded on me. “What on earth do you think you're doing visiting my home?”I briefly cast her a sideways glance to gauge her expression. She was pissed. “Zeke said that boyfriends often picked up their girls from home. I figured if we were going to sell this, I might as well act appropriately.” I explained patiently. She had every right to be mad. “I'm sorry if it was intrusive.”That seemed to appease her just a bit. “You could have informed me about it rather than drop by unannounced.”“I wanted to surprise you. I thought I was doing something great.” I admitted with a laugh.She scoffed. “Well, consider me shocked.”A comfortable silence settled in between us after that. “Your mum seems nice.”Another scoff. “More like, lackadaisical.” She muttered. “Her sense of danger is basically non-existent.”This made me laugh. “I could tell. She does care about you though. That much is obvious.”Cassie didn’t say anything. But I caught the