Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Dangerous Hockey Brother : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Kavrian moved faster than I could process. He stepped between us just as Ethan reached for me, arms outstretched like he had the right. Ethan had tried to lean in, mouth aiming for mine…However, Kavrian's fist connected with his face before the kiss could land. The sound was sharp and biting as I watched Ethan stagger backward, hit the edge of the bed, and go down hard, clutching his jaw.“Are you fucking serious right now?” Kavrian’s voice was raw, shaking with fury. He stood over him, shoulders tight, every muscle coiled. “Are you still not over this nonsense? Glinda is mine, she's my fucking girlfriend, grow up and leave us the fuck alone! Jeez, deal with this stupid obsession for Christ's sake!”Ethan spat blood onto the floor and laughed, a broken, bitter sound. He pushed himself up onto one elbow, eyes blazing. “Over the nonsense?” he shouted back. “You stole Glinda from me! For months you’ve made damn sure we never crossed paths. You kept her locked away like she was yours to

Glinda POVThe next day was a school day and as usual, we did the morning routine and Kavrian drove us to school on his bike. As I got down, I straightened my uniform, kissed him, then we began heading to our respective classes. He dropped me off at mine, then went to his. I entered, went straight to Ronnie, we gisted about her day at the club the previous night before the teacher entered the room. I entered, went straight to Ronnie, we gisted about her day at the club the previous night before the teacher entered the room.Mr. Smith’s voice droned on like a broken radio, flat and endless, explaining some equation I already knew by heart. I honestly tried to focus, really tried, but my eyelids kept growing heavier with every slow sentence. My chin even nearly slipped off my palm twice and Ronnie had to nudge my ankle under the desk whenever I started to drift. Nonetheless, I somehow managed to stay upright through the rest of first period, then second, then the endless stretch of

Glinda POVThe woman’s cheeks colored with embarrassment as she dipped her head quickly. “Understood, sir. Apologies.” She left without another word.I turned in his arms, trying and failing to hide the small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “Possessive much?”He raised a brow, thumbs stroking my waist. “She was staring. I don’t like people staring at what’s mine when you’re right here.” A beat. “You jealous, kitten?”“Maybe a little,” I admitted, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “But I liked how you shut it down.”He hummed, clearly pleased, and kissed me properly, slow and deep before the staff returned with dinner. They set the table on the balcony, seared salmon, roasted vegetables, bread, and a light dessert. We ate under the soft outdoor lights, the river moving quietly below. We practically just talked about some random things, told jokes and legit just enjoyed each other's company. For a little while the school, the acid, Ethan, and the group-chat drama all f

Glinda POVI stayed like that for a long time, knees drawn up, arms locked around them, the quiet of the house pressing in from every side. Ronnie’s soft breathing was the only steady sound at that moment. My phone stayed dark as Kavrian hadn't answered yet. It hurt but I understood that maybe the signal was bad or that he was exceptionally busy wherever he was. Eventually exhaustion won as my eyes grew heavy, so I shifted down onto the couch beside Ronnie, careful not to wake her, and let sleep pull me under.But a few moments later, I woke to the feel of soft sheets against bare skin and my eyes fluttered open.The ceiling above me was a familiar, high white ceiling, the faint glow of the bedside lamp turned low. I was in Kavrian's room, even though I was sure I had slept in the guest room with Ronie. Just then, it hit me, the scent of Kavrian, so strong, next to me, but just at that moment, something else hit me as well. I was lying on my back in the middle of the big bed, com

Glinda POVI locked my ankles behind his back and pulled him closer. His hands shoved the hoodie up, palms spanning my bare waist, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra. The soft sound he made against my lips was pure satisfaction.Clothes disappeared in a hurried, laughing scramble, hoodie tossed onto a chair, his shirt pulled over his head, my shorts and panties dragged down and dropped somewhere near the stove. He didn’t bother removing his jeans all the way as he simply shoved them low enough, freed himself, and then he was pushing into me right there on the kitchen counter, thick and hot and perfect.I gasped, head falling back against the upper cabinets as he gripped my hips and thrust deep, the wet sound of our bodies meeting, mixing with the soft sizzle of whatever was still cooking behind us. His mouth found my neck, my collarbone, the sensitive spot just below my ear. Every stroke dragged a broken moan from my throat. “Fuck…Kavrian…”“I’ve got