All Chapters of Fake dating the captain : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Liv~We hit the hotel room door like a damn hurricane, Rowan's key card beeping frantic as his other hand pinned me against the wall, lips crashing into mine, it was all teeth and tongue, no holding back. I was already soaked, that elevator ride a torturous preview his fingers teasing under my dress, brushing my thigh high enough to make me gasp, "Row, cameras!" but he just growled, "Let 'em watch, babe," cocky as hell, and fuck if that didn't turn me up to eleven. The door finally swung open, and we tumbled in, him kicking it shut without breaking the kiss, lifting me effortless like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he carried me straight to the bed.He tossed me down, not gently, but that edge of rough I craved after all the emotional rollercoaster bullshit my back hitting the mattress with a bounce, dress hiking up, exposing lace panties that were basically pointless now. Rowan stood there for a beat, eyes dark and hungry, strippi

~Liv~I woke up with Rowan's arm slung over me, his breath hot and steady on my neck, and for a second it was just bliss, you know, that post-sex haze where everything feels right and nothing can touch you. But then reality hit like a truck, shit, the wedding ship. We had to get our asses moving soon, board that floating nightmare where I'd have to watch Caleb, Caleb who was just my forever a while ago, to leave me, basically, say "I do" to my twin sister. My own flesh and blood stealing the one thing I owned but never had the balls to fight for. Sealed forever, done deal, no take-backs. My stomach twisted up, and I just lay there staring at the hotel ceiling, trying not to throw up from the nerves. Was he ever going to choke on his wedding cake like I wanted? Had to step up my game for real. Rowan stirred behind me, his hand sliding down to my hip, pulling me closer, and he mumbled something sleepy like, "Morning, babe, you up already?" I didn't answer right away, just kinda froze,

~Liv~We stepped out of that hotel lobby like we were dodging landmines, Rowan's hand clamped on mine so tight it hurt, but in a good way, like he was my anchor in this shitstorm I'd started with one stupid joke, and the second the doors swung open, bam, the swarm hit reporters everywhere, lights flashing, voices yelling over each other, "Liv! Is it true you're sabotaging Rowan's career with your loose lips? Don't you care about his image at all?" and I froze for a split second, heart slamming, thinking oh God, what have I done, but Rowan just powered through, shoulder-checking a guy with a camera, growling "Back off, we're not talking," and I muttered under my breath, "Yeah, because talking's what got us here, right? Me and my big mouth."By the time we hit Kacy's place, which was supposed to be our quick pit stop before bolting back home, the vultures had followed us somehow, vans screeching up the street, more shouts about how my "sex life confession" was tanking Rowan's rep, makin

~Liv~My feet hit the edge of the water, that cold slap against my toes making everything real for a second, and I just kept going, wading in deeper, the mud sucking at my shoes like it wanted me already, thinking screw it, screw all of them, the yelling parents, the pitying sister, the team bosses treating me like some ticking bomb attached to Rowan's career, why not just let it end here, but then I heard pounding footsteps behind me, fast and heavy, and before I could even turn, arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me back hard, splashing water everywhere as I stumbled onto the grass."Liv, what the fuck are you doing?" I knew that voice so well even in the dark or in my sleep I'd recognize it. Caleb shouted right in my ear, spinning me around to face him, his hands gripping my shoulders so tight it hurt, his face all red and twisted, eyes wide like he'd seen a ghost. "Is your life that miserable? Huh? You gotta do this now? Dating that idiot Rowan, turning into some rebel chick, a

Liv The day after all that yelling and fake smiles, I woke up with my head pounding like I'd chugged bottles of alcohol, phone buzzing like it was possessed, and Ava's voice already echoing from downstairs, bossing everyone around about packing for the cruise. I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some sweats that probably smelled like yesterday's coffee spill, and stumbled into the kitchen where Mom was shoving sandwiches into a cooler , Dad was muttering about traffic to the port, and Caleb was just sitting there scrolling his phone, looking way too chill for someone about to tie the knot in this circus. "Liv, finally! Help me with these lists, I need to double-check the RSVPs since half the guests bailed on the short notice," Ava said, waving a tablet at me without even looking up, her belly poking out under her tank top like a reminder that yeah, this whole rush was her fault too.I grabbed a coffee mug, poured whatever was left in the pot, which tasted like burnt dirt, and slump