บททั้งหมดของ Fake dating the captain : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

~Liv~The phone kept buzzing in my hand like it was personally offended I wasn’t answering fast enough, Ava’s name flashing over and over, and I swear I could already hear her voice in my head before I even hit accept. Rowan glanced over from the driver’s seat, jaw tight, eyes still red from all the crying he’d done in the last twenty minutes. He didn’t say anything, just kept driving slow like he was afraid any sudden move would make me bolt.I swiped to answer and put it on speaker because why not? Let the whole truck hear how much more my life could suck in one night.“Oliviaaaa!” Ava’s voice exploded through the speakers so loud Rowan flinched. “What the actual hell is wrong with you? Caleb just texted me the play-by-play like it’s live sports commentary. You went with ROWAN? After everything? After he basically emotionally waterboarded you in front of half the town?”I rubbed my forehead hard enough to leave marks. “Ava, hi. Nice to hear your voice too. How’s your night going?”“

~Liv~“Liv, I have an idea.”I laughed into his mouth because what else do you do when the guy who ruined you is making the most sense he’s ever made? “You want me to pretend harder? That’s your big plan? More pretending?”“No.” He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “I want us to sell it so hard nobody questions it. Not Ava. Not Caleb. Not the drunk uncles doing shots at the bar. We make them believe we’re the real deal. The couple who figured it out. The ones who got their shit together while everyone else was busy falling apart.”I shoved at his chest but didn’t push him away. “And how exactly do we do that without me puking every time I have to smile at them?”He hesitated. Just a second. Then he reached into his pocket, same jeans he’d worn the night everything went to hell and pulled out a small black box.My stomach dropped so fast I thought I’d throw up right there in his truck.“No,” I said, flat. “Don’t you dare.”“Liv… ”“You have got to be kidding me.” I snat

~Liv~“Clubbing.”He barked a laugh. “It’s… ” he glanced at the clock on the nightstand “... ten a.m. on a Tuesday. There’s no club open.”“Then we find one. Or we drive to the nearest city with a pulse. Or we hit a dive bar that turns into dancing after dark. I don’t care. I need music loud enough to drown out my brain, drinks strong enough to make bad decisions feel good, and you looking at me like I’m the only person in the room. Because if we’re gonna sell being in love, we need to remember what it feels like when it’s real. Or at least when it used to be.”Rowan studied me for a second. Then he nodded once. “Clubbing it is. But if we end up arrested, I’m blaming you.”“Deal. Now get up. Shower. We’re leaving in thirty.”He groaned but rolled out of bed anyway, ass on full display as he headed for the bathroom. “You coming?”“Only if you wash my back.”“Tease.”We showered together, lots of soap, lots of hands, lots of laughing when shampoo got in our eyes and we slipped on the ti

~Rowan~“Wrap it,” I told the sales girl. “We’re taking it.”Liv tried to protest the price. I shut that down quick. Card swiped. Bags in hand. Done.Next: restaurant. I had ordered one in the morning. Oh my bad, I mean I reserved the whole restaurant . We ordered apps, entrees, the works. I pulled out my phone.“Pics,” I said.She groaned. “I look puffy.”“You look perfect. Smile, we needs these for our kids.”“Dont play like that.” She stuck her tongue out. I snapped it. Then pulled her close for the real ones, arm around her waist, her head on my shoulder, both of us cheesing like idiots. Waiter offered to take a few. I handed him the phone.“Make us look in love,” I told him.He laughed. Snapped a bunch. Liv kept glancing at the screen after, scrolling, smiling soft.“Are you Happy? ,” I asked quietly.She nodded, eyes shining. “Stupid happy.”“That's Good.”Dinner was easy. After, movie theater. That tearjerker romance she’d mentioned once. I remembered. Bought the tickets, popc

AvaGod, where do I even start with that mess? Me, Oliava Carter, yeah, that was my name and everyone called me Ava and called my sister Olivia Liv, even her name was better than mine, everyone called me that , like I was some shiny package deal, the perfect twin, the one who was supposed to have it all figured out. But let's get real, I had been choking on that label since we were kids, and then? Then I was sitting there in that stupid coffee shop in the middle of nowhere, stirring a latte that had gone cold because my brain wouldn't shut up about her. Olivia. Liv. My sister. The one person who was supposed to get me, no matter what, and instead she stole everything and acted like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I mean, come on, who did that? Fell for the guy I confessed to first, then dated him anyway, and had the nerve to look surprised when I lost my shit?I slammed the spoon down a little too hard, and the barista shot me a look like I was about to explode. Maybe I was. "Sorry