THE CONTRACTUAL GIRLFRIEND: FAKE DATING MY EX FAVORITE PLAYE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 27

Maren's pov I realized at an early age, I do not have a mom or dad. A real one. Foster homes are not easy, to live or to be happy. I was never happy.I never had luck in a good foster home despite changing foster homes about ten times before turning eighteen.Those years are not the best times of my life, No friends or a good relationship with foster parents, when Dante asked about where I am from, I felt like my whole world stopped.That question always comes with bad memories that I don't want to remember.I fondled the hem of Gideon’s jersey, it was large, big and smelled like him. He had brought it to me this morning before going to warm up with his teammates.I sat in the coordinate section provided by the host team, the games had not yet, the speculators were just arriving.I have only been to a hockey game once with Dylan, when I used all my savings to get tickets to the Icehawks game for Dylan's birthday. God l was stupid, too stupid.Even though I don't understand the game, I

Maren’s POV:My head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache, like someone had drummed on my head throughout the night. The feeling was familiar. I sat up and opened my eyes a little bit. Thankfully, the curtains were closed and the lights were dimmed. Hangovers and lights don’t work together.I slapped a hand to my throbbing head and scanned the room. It was an unfamiliar room. Wait. I am not in my hotel room! Did I sleep with someone?I glanced down at my clothing and I was still wearing the gown which I wore to the party.I heaved a breath of relief as my clothing was intact. The door opened and Gideon stepped in.“You are awake,” he smiled, moving further into the room. “Good morning.”“I don’t think I am having one,” I replied. My throat feels scratchy and my mouth dry and sour. How much did I drink last night?Gideon chuckled. It was smooth and low. He turned towards another direction.“What is funny?” I asked. Did I look cratered right now? Oh my God, a hangover face is the worst. I

Maren pov “And I am done” Jaxon slammed his chopsticks on the table, he just finished another bowl of chow mein noodles. He and Rylee decided to bet on who could finish two bowls of chow mein noodles faster. It was funny to watch but I enjoyed their batters. Gideon has been silent since we have been here. He picked at his food, he was awfully quiet. He looked angry. I wanted to say something but when he is in this mood for me I would rather not say anything. Was it his game ? He didn't seem that bothered about it earlier. Or wasn't it because Rylee joined us? No he can't be angry about that Rylee was supposed to go on a date tonight but it got cancelled, that was why I asked her to join us and she agreed, I wouldn't want to let her be on her own. “ Miss Hugo, you are officially owing me a hundred dollars,” Jaxon said, his voice breaking me from my train of thought. Rylee shot him a look, fuming and brought a hundred dollar bill from her purse. “Wow, how much cash do you carr

Maren's povI could still feel Gideon's warm hands on my waist, his warm breath on my face and how he stabled me when I tripped as we ran to the other side of the rink.I laughed when he cut past me even though he let me start to race after I made it halfway to the rink.He cheered loudly when he reached there before me. “You are too fast” I heaved a breath out my hands on my knees. He chuckled, skating towards me and assisted me to the bleachers.“What about we eat dinner at my place? We can take pictures—videos to distract my fans. What do you say?” Gideon suggested, he hesitated with his words.“That will be great” I agreed, I don't really want to go home now and hole up in my bed. I could barely stay online on social media without seeing any hate comment or anything that won't talk about me and Gideon.Tomorrow I am submitting pictures of my old paintings in the biggest gallery in Seattle. My stomach churned.I don't even know if I am excited about the invitation from the Galler