All Chapters of Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Lucy~ “Yes, Tiff, yeah! Bounce on it, you hard rider! Don’t you fucking stop…” I jolt awake, gasping for air. That damn dream. Again! The day Jim cheated on me didn’t just break my heart, it burned itself into my brain. His voice and her loud moans. Their bodies tangled on my couch, in my house. I was supposed to be out of town, delivering a painting to a client who had personally requested my presence, but what I didn't know was that Jim had orchestrated the whole thing as a deceitful plan to bring Tiff to my house, and if it weren't for my best friend who had seen him walk into my apartment with that girl, I wouldn't have known; I was supposed to travel fifty miles to deliver that painting. “Fuck it!” Now, almost every night, my mind plays that day on repeat like some twisted porno I never asked to watch. I can’t escape it. * I stare at the half-finished painting in front of me, my mind a complete blank. My gaze drifts between the brush, the paints, and the canvas, where

~Lucy~I pace around my room like a lunatic, waiting for Mr. Next Door to come back from the gym.I’ve peeked through my peephole at least a hundred times but nothing.Is he still working out? What is he trying to do, sculpt a Greek god body just to walk around shirtless and smug?Why is he even gone this long?I can’t wait for him to return. The moment I hear his key in the door, I’m pulling out my violin. And this time? Oh, I’m going full-on torture mode.I’ll make it more annoying than ever, screechy, off-key and loud. I'll make sure he cries his ears out.And when he comes banging on my door I won’t even answer. Let him suffer. I'll make sure I annoy him until he moves out. Doesn't he have a big attitude? I'll make him pay for it.Who the hell does he think he is, anyway?Walking around like some big shot with his stupid jawline and those stupid arms and that dumb “I’m too good for violin music” attitude. Blasting loud music like it’s okay, but my violin is the problem?Please. My

~Lucy~I don't want to admit it, but Mr. Grump might actually be a gentleman…well… a gentleman with an asshole attitude.He carried my bags upstairs, and for a second, I thought—no, I expected him to push me into my room and bend me over like he threatened to in the parking lot. My body was ready, practically begging.But Nope. That arrogant jerk just drops the bags in front of my door, gives me one last unreadable look, and walks into his own apartment like nothing happened, not a word, not even a smirk. Like I don't exist.And now I'm standing here, thighs clenched, wondering why I'm this turned on over someone I literally hate. Why the hell did I want him to do it?Why am I still thinking about the filthy things he said; how he’d crawl into my head and ruin me?Why do his words keep echoing in my mind like some damn audio loop?God, this man is a headache, a grumpy, infuriating, smug and he’s making me a mess.I chew on my bottom lip and bounce on my bed in frustration. “Ughhhhh!

~Rhett~Fuck it. I can’t believe I’m fake dating this little brat.I knew she wouldn’t say no to the idea, but I didn’t expect her to make it this easy. I had thought she’d ask for something outrageous, something that would force Laura to drop the whole plan. But nope, she had to make it easy.I don’t regret saving Lucy from that prick, but maybe I should’ve just called security instead of stepping in myself. Still, she’s a woman, and I can’t stand seeing a man abuse a woman. I just couldn't look away.But now I’m stuck. Stuck fake dating this brat.And nothing pisses me off more than the fact that she’s going to be around me, a lot. I can’t stand her. I want absolutely nothing to do with her.But Laura’s right. The public has been eating me alive with all the rumors. Everyone thinks I’m gay. Like I’d fuck a man. I always scoff at how ridiculous that sounds. Because of it, I’ve been getting weird energy from people I work with, especially brands. And don’t even get me started on the m

~Lucy~I wake up grinning like I just won a grand prize, hugging my pillow tightly, half-expecting the warmth of a man beside me.But the cold pillow snaps me back to reality.“Oh my God!” I sit up with a jolt, eyes wide and glued to the wall in disbelief. I can't believe it. For the first time in forever, I didn’t dream about Jim cheating on me again.No, I dreamt about Rhett. We were cuddled up, In love and laughing like the only thing that mattered was US.“I’m going crazy.” I smack myself lightly on the head.This is what horniness does to a woman. This is what happens when you go months without sex. All the need and craving I’ve pushed down is now clawing its way out, and that Rhett guy, it's all his fault, he’s awakened that part of me and now it’s a problem.“Relax, relax, relax,” I mutter, pacing the room like a woman on the edge. I need to keep my head straight. I have to beat him at his own game.I would’ve called Freya, but she’d just swoon and say something like, “Omg, tha