Semua Bab Fake Dating With The Playboy hockey Captain: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Cassie’s POVWhile I went ahead to register for the games, I caught sight of Ledger heading toward the sound system, grabbing another mic. That got my attention. What was he up to now?“Hey, Cass,” Alison called as I approached her table. “Come to register your love squad?”Cassie grinned. “Oh? Is that what we're calling it now?”Alison shrugged. “Who knows? We need a ship name for you two.”“CassLedger?” she mused, pen tapping her chin. “Ledgeass?” She broke into a laugh.I snorted. “Ledger would probably love that.”I thought for a second. “What about RivRo? We can use that for now.”“Ooh, clever.” Alison nodded, scribbling it down. “Alright. RivRo it is.”Before I could say anything else, another presence stepped up beside me.“Cassie, can we please talk?”My entire body stiffened. I'd heard that voice so many times in my life that I would recognize it even if I didn't want to. Jade West. I'd intentionally approached Alison after her and Otto's registration. Seemed there was no es

Cassie's POV One game later, Ledger and I were tied against Kylian and Alison. It was a game called penalty box trivia. By then I had already had a few shots. I wasn't drunk, just slightly buzzed.Back to the game… Honestly, it was chaos disguised as strategy.Each pair had one minute on the clock to answer as many hockey-related questions as possible. For every right answer, you scored a point. But here was the twist—get one wrong, and five seconds got shaved off your time. Just like in hockey, penalties hurt.Ledger and I were up first, and Kylian made a whole show of tossing us into the “penalty box”—which was just two chairs at the center with plastic hockey sticks crossed behind us like we were on trial for crimes against sports.I whispered, “Think we’ll survive this?”He grinned. “Only if you don’t overthink the rules.”“Rude.”We started the round, and the questions flew at us. Some were easy: “What’s a hat trick?” Others were evil: “Who scored the first goal in Monarchcrest’

Cassie's POVI would have laughed if I didn't think his house keepers would misinterpret it. Though taking care of his bruises was just a ruse, it occurred to me that I had offered help to someone who had so many people who could do so.“You're welcome, Miss Cassie.” One of them said, it was a woman that seemed to be in her mid thirties. She…Huh? “Whitney?”Whitney chuckled at the surprised look on my face. I looked from her to Ledger, then back to Whitney, piecing two and two together.“Yes, I'm one of Ledger's house keepers.” She said kindly. “I've worked here with the Rivers for years and was one of those that chose to remain when Chairman Rivers and others decided to leave.”Ah… Whitney turned to Ledger. “You must be pretty serious about her if you brought her here.” Whitney said with a grin.“Of course, I'm serious about her. What do you take me for?” Ledger retorted, looking offended.She laughed. “You don't need to be so defensive, Sledger. It was just an observation.” She rea

Cassie's POV “Here.” Whitney called, holding out a steaming cup.I gently took the cup from her. “Thank you. What's this though?”“Peppermint and ginger tea.” She answered with an easy smile. “Should help with the hangover.”“Oh, thank you.” I repeated, bringing the cup to my lips.“Ah, don't drink it just yet.” She cautioned. “Let it cool a little.”“Yes, ma'am.” I said, lowering the cup and placing it on the counter. My gaze flickered towards Ledger who was busy cooking with his sister's help. He was wearing nothing but an apron and boxers. I couldn't help but stare and keep my gaze lingering on him a little longer.“I can't remember the last time Ledger stepped into this kitchen.” Whitney stated, causing me to reluctantly pull my gaze away from Ledger's toned arms. “I don't think he's ever made a meal for everyone either.”“Really? He seems to know what he's doing though.” I pointed out. The way he moved around the kitchen was as though he'd done so several times.“Ah, that's pro

Ledger's POV Cassie had barely stepped out when the air in the room shifted. Heavy. Cold. The kind of silence that weighed on your chest.I kept my face unreadable. Couldn’t afford to look weak. Not now.Gary, Noah, and a few others had quietly stood, falling back to give space at the table. My family didn’t need an invite—they moved like they owned the place. Probably thought they still did.Liam looked around with his usual sneer. “Such a warm welcome, wouldn’t you say, Dorothy?” he said, voice dipped in sarcasm. “Feels more like we broke in.”Alison didn’t even flinch. “Maybe if you called ahead, your welcome wouldn’t feel so... invasive.”His jaw tensed. “How dare you—”“That’s enough,” Dorothy cut in, cool and sharp.Of course, Liam backed off. He always did when she spoke. Dorothy was the eldest, the one he listened to—when he listened to anyone at all.Speaking of Dorothy, she had her usual blank face on today. Her silence coupled with Father's silence only served to intensify