All Chapters of Fake Dating With The Playboy hockey Captain: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Author's POVWhitney's Café was full to the brim. Students were everywhere… at tables, leaned against counters, waiting on orders, but mostly just watching. The energy was loud, casual, and buzzing with one shared curiosity: what would Ledger and Cassie do today?The buzz around them had grown every day since they announced their run for Masquerade Monarch. From surprise interviews to short-form content, they had pulled off something new every single lunch break. At this point, the whole student body had started treating Whitney's like a live stage.“Any idea as to what the it-couple has in store for us today?” Someone asked, eyeing the center of the café where something was hidden beneath a large covering. Curious eyes flickered to the object every once in a while. Yesterday, it was the ‘Guess the Couple’ game—a chaotic round of pair-matching based on three-word clues, most of which were inside jokes. “No idea,” came the reply. “Two days ago it was the QR code sleeves. I scanned m

Cassie's POV“Why won't you tell me where we're going?” I queried, getting annoyed. He glanced sideways at me, smirking. “I told you. It's a surprise.”“I'm not sure I like surprises.” I muttered.Ledger was lost in thought for a moment. Probably pondering my words. Almost all the surprises I had received till date had been bad. It had put me off enjoying surprises.Ledger nodded. “Fine. I'm gonna help you love surprises once more, but this time… I'll tell you.” He paused for dramatic effect causing me to roll my eyes.“Just get on with it.”He chuckled. “Dorothy owns a dance studio, that's where we're going.”Huh? “A dance studio? What are we going to do there?” I asked unwittingly.“Because of the masquerade ball, Monroe. It includes a dance, remember?” He asked with a pointed look.“Oh.”I had indeed forgotten. That explained his instruction to put on something flexible. I shook my head, frowning. “Wait, Dorothy owns a dance studio?”Ledger nodded. “Yup.”“Does your Dad know ab

Ledger's POVThe rest of the practice progressed smoothly and by the time we were done, I was almost sad to see it end.Cassie was still flushed when Dorothy stepped back, brushing her hands together like she’d just wrapped up some grand project.“Alright, with this I can guarantee that you won't be hopeless on the dance floor,” Dorothy said, her voice even.I grinned. She was back to being the icy everyone knew her as. Dorothy gave Cassie that dry, knowing smile. “You’re actually better than you think. Your footwork’s sharp. You just need to stop thinking so much.”“She overthinks everything,” I added, smirking.“I don't even want to hear that, coming from you.” Cassie shot back just as I had expected. “Mr. I-Plan-Our-Matching-Outfits-A-Week-In-Advance.”I blinked. “That is slander. I only plan three days ahead.”She shot me a smug look. “Exactly.”“She’s got you there.” Sebastian said, laughing lightly.Dorothy raised an unimpressed brow. “Alright, lovebirds. Practice on your own n

Author’s POVThe arena was already packed by the time Cassie slipped on the headset. Her notes were stacked neatly beside her, and the production crew was running final checks. Monarchcrest’s broadcasting booth overlooked the rink like a glass nest, one she’d grown familiar with after years in the journalism department. But today was different. Today, she was the voice.Cameras had been set up. Commentators were checking their mics. And in the glass booth above center ice, Cassie sat, poised and ready.She was live in three... two... one...“Good evening, Monarchcrest,” Cassie began, her voice clear and steady, projected across the arena’s speakers and streamed on MonarchTV’s live portal. “Welcome to tonight’s highly anticipated matchup between the Monarchcrest Snow Bears and Winston College. I’m Cassie Monroe, and I’ll be walking you through every second of the action.”Cheers rippled through the crowd as the players hit the ice.Cassie’s eyes followed each Snow Bear like a practiced

Cassie’s POVThe arena was electric.Monarchcrest’s side of the bleachers was buzzing with chants and cheers, students banging on the railings with renewed hope. The game was tied. I repeated that single thought over and over. We had somehow moved from being two down to being levelled in a span of ten minutes. From a two goal deficit.Lord knows if I wasn't on air, I would be screeching on top of my lungs.I adjusted my headset and tried not to bounce in my chair. “The game is underway, with just ten minutes left on the clock,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “both teams are back to playing aggressively. Winston’s abandoned their defensive shell, and the Snow Bears are matching their energy.”Beside me, Sheila leaned in. “It’s been a rollercoaster of a game, Cass. You think we’ll see overtime?”“God, I hope not.” I said quickly. And I meant that with every part of my being. “But with this pace... if someone doesn’t break through soon, we might.”Down below, the game was at a full