All Chapters of Fake dating the captain : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~RowanI crashed at Brett’s place that night, Brett’s place was lumpy and smelled of old gym socks and victory cigars, but at least it didn’t judge me.I woke up around noon with my mouth tasting 103 different type of stuff, head pounding like someone had used it for slap shots. Brett was already in the kitchen banging pots around like he was auditioning for a shitty cooking show.“Morning, lover boy,” he yelled without looking up. “You look fucked up, sorry for not sugarcoating.”“Shut the fuck up,” I groaned, rolling off the couch and immediately regretting every life choice. “Coffee. Now. And Advil later. .”He slid a mug across the counter so hard it almost flew off. “You’re still on the engagement train? Because last night you were crying, actual tears about how you called her worthless. Real smooth, Row.”“I wasn’t crying,” I snapped, even though my eyes still felt puffy. “That was… condensation. From the whiskey. Shut up.”He snorted so loud it echoed. “Condensation. Sure. Anyw

~MiaLiv stood there frozen for what felt like forever but was probably just a second, her face all twisted up with leftover terror from thinking he was dead, eyes wide and shiny with tears that hadn't stopped falling yet, and then bam, she launched herself at Rowan like a damn missile, crashing into him with this messy hug that turned into a kiss right away, her hands grabbing his face, sobbing and laughing all mixed together in these weird hiccup sounds.Zoe jumped in quickly, yanking at Liv's arm, "Whoa, girl, ease up, you're gonna break his fake sling or something, and Row, hands off the ass in public, Jesus, there are cameras everywhere!" I mean she was still his team manager even if her best friend was involved but Rowan just laughed into the kiss, ignoring her, his arms wrapping around Liv's waist, lifting her up like she weighed nothing, her legs kicking a little as he spun her once, the crowd going absolutely nuts, cheers exploding louder than before, people whistling and cla

~MiaReporters were going wild now, one shoving a mic at Rowan, "The ring, can we get a close-up? Sources say it's a custom piece, what's the story?" and Rowan held up Liv's hand, the diamond catching the light from the fireworks aftermath, sparkling like crazy, and another reporter chimed in, "We've got jewelers on speed dial, wait, here he is confirming now, yeah, it's real, certified…” He pulled it out and placed it on the ring.” HOLYYYY FRICKINGGGGG SHITTTTTTT, worth at least seventy grand, folks!"There was screaming everywhere, I blinked hard, staring at the rock, genuinely shocked even more now because Rowan had said it was nice but not that nice, and seventy thousand? On a ring? "Row, seventy K? You told us it was from that downtown spot, not a fortune how are you affording this, don't you have plans?" I blurted, and he just grinned wider, still on one knee somehow through all the chaos, slipping the ring on her finger amid the flashes popping like gunfire.Liv stared at it, t

~Liv Next day hit rough, still in the city, head pounding from the beers, I'd crashed at Kacy's place because Rowan's bruises needed space or whatever excuse we made, but really, Kacy and I hadn't talked for real since the car ride, that hurt look in his eyes bugging me, making me feel bad like I'd missed something big, him dropping me off quiet last night, "Night, Liv, congrats," voice flat, and me mumbling "Thanks," too buzzed to push.Rowan texted early, "Date tonight? Private, no crowds, I'll pick you up at 7," and I stared at the phone, butterflies kicking despite everything, typing back "Fine, but no surprises, my heart can't take more," but smirking because yeah, I wanted it, needed a real moment after the chaos.Kacy was in the kitchen when I got up, coffee brewing, but tension thick, him avoiding my eyes, "Morning, fiancée viral queen," sarcastic but forced, and I sighed, "Kacy, about yesterday, in the car, you looked... hurt? Spill it, dude," but he shrugged, "Nah, just tir

~CalebAva thinks I stopped therapy.She tells people that sometimes, casually, like it’s a win. He’s better now. Like therapy was a bad habit I finally kicked. Like cigarettes. Like gambling. Like Liv. My whole heart Liv, just how much longer do I need to get over Liv, one mistake, I made one mistake, how could she move on so quickly from me. I need to stop rambling about this, either way I still continued trying to be a better man not only for my self because I wasn’t that selfish but for Liv too. I didn’t stop the therapy. I just learned how to lie better.Joyce says that’s not progress, by the way. She says that gently, with that half-smile she does, the one that says I’m not judging you, but you’re absolutely full of shit. And the thing is she’s right. I know she’s right. I just don’t know how to be honest without everything collapsing.So I keep it secret.Joyce.My therapist. My problem. My quiet little lifeline that Ava would absolutely murder me over if she ever really und