All Chapters of Fake dating my hockey enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THE VIRAL MISTAKE

REEVE’S POV A hand clamped around my wrist and pulled it hard. My bag hit the floor before I could stop it—the laptop inside making a sickening crack against the tiles. Some students around us paused mid-conversation, eyes widened and their phones already coming up. I knew who it was before I turned around. Zane Ashford’s fingers dug into my skin, his grip tight enough my pulse throbbed against them. He stood close, six-foot-three of barely contained rage towering over me in the middle of the athletics building hallway. His jaw was clenched so hard I could see the muscles jumping, dark dishelved like he’d been running his hands through it. Those eyes-cold and burning as they fixed on me like I was the only person in a hallways packed with students. “We need to talk.” His voice was low in a way that made my stomach drop. My best friend, Demi, stepped between us immediately, her hand on my other arm. “What the fuck, Zane! Let go of her.” He didn’t even spare her a gl

THE ULTIMATUM

(The next morning) “Do you understand how serious what you’ve done is, Ms. Callahan?” I sat frozen in the leather chair, fingernails digging into the strap of my bag. Athletic Director Howard Park stared at me from across his massive desk. My throat went dry. “Yes, sir.” “I don’t think you do.” I’d barely slept all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, the anger, the shaky hands when he told me I’d ruined his life. ‘They’re not going to expel you for one article.’ Demi had said this morning. But sitting here, looking directly at Mr. Park’s expression, I wasn’t so sure. ”Half a million views, Ms. Callahan.” He leaned back in his chair. “Your article has been picked up by national sports media, ESPN and scouts are starting to ask questions.” My stomach twisted in knots. “I-I’ve created a retraction—“ ”Whatever you publish now doesn’t undo the damage.” His voice was sharp. “You didn’t verify your source which means you violated every basic principle of jo

I’LL DO IT

“You two are going to date.” She repeated. Zane let out a humorless laugh. “She wrote the article.” His voice was low, anger bubbling underneath. “She published the video that put me in this mess!” ”Zane—“ Derek’s hand landed on his shoulder. Zane shrugged him off, turning to Mr. Park. “This is insane.” “It’s the fastest way to get your reinstatement back,” Coach Maddox said. I swallowed down hard, my heart beating faster like it’d rip out from my chest. ”It’s an insult.” Zane’s jaw worked. “You want me to—what? Pretend to date the person who destroyed my career?” ”Not pretend, " Priya corrected, turning to him. “Sell. There’s a difference.” Derek’s hand tightened on Zane’s shoulders. “Zane, think about this.” But Zane wasn’t. He was barely holding himself together. I could see it—the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. It was taking everything in him not to flip the tables. Priya turned to me. “You’d receive a percentage of the production deal.

YOU ARE NOTHING

ZANE’S POV I’d just agreed to the most humiliating thing I could imagine. The contract was signed—six weeks of my life handed over to cameras and producers for fake conversations—pretending I didn’t hate Reeve Callahan with every fiber of my being. I pushed open the locker room door—and I froze. It was supposed to be empty. I just wanted to skate, clear my head and forget for a few hours that hell was breaking loose. But now—my father was sitting on my bench. The second from the left, a spot I’d claimed freshman year. His suit fitted him perfectly and his hands folded in his lap like he’d been waiting for me. My stomach dropped. “Dad.” For a second, I couldn’t move—or breathe. My bag slipped from my shoulders, hitting the floor with a dull thud I barely heard over the rushing in my ears. ”Close the door.” I hesitated at first then obeyed. The click of the latch echoed in the empty space. “Derek sent me the agreement.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the row of locker

YOU ARE NOTHING II

I stayed perfectly still, not fighting back. I’d learned years ago that fighting back only made things worse—crying made it last longer so the only thing was to let it happen. ”This show.” His thumb pressed harder against my cheekbone. “You’ll do it. You’ll make the university look good again. You’ll make me look good. Do you understand?” I stood there while his fingers dug into my bone—my legs shook with the effort of staying upright. ”Yes, sir.” The words came out barely audible. ”And if you embarrass me-“ His grip tightened until stars burst behind my eyes. “If you make my surname look weak, or foolish, or like I raised a son who can’t handle pressure—I will make sure you regret every second of your miserable life. Are we clear?” “Yes, sir.” Tears welled behind my eyes. The locker door swung open. “Zane, Coach wants to know if you’re—“ JJ—one of my teammates. His voice trailed off. My father let go immediately. I felt relief and shame hit me at the same time—relief tha

WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK TO ME ?

REEVE’S POV ”Zane!” I texted him three times before I came here. The first one was an apology I'd rewritten until the words lost meaning, the second was just “sorry” and the last was so stupid. One question mark. He didn’t respond to any of them. So here I was, standing at the boards of an empty ice rink at 7pm like some weird stalker, watching Zane try to skate his rage into something he could control. His blades screeched on the turns sharply, almost aggressively, and the sound echoed through the empty space. I shouldn’t have come here. Hell, I shouldn't even know where he was. I had begged one of his teammates desperately for his whereabouts. Then he stopped, right at the center of the ice. He dropped to his knees like the strings holding him upright had snapped. “Fuckkk!!!!!” The scream tore through the arena so jaggedly, bouncing off the rafters. He slammed his palm into the ice so hard I flinched behind the glass. The sound was dull. He stayed there, head b

EVERYTHING IS BETTER ON ICE

ZANE’S POV (Day one of filming) “On the ice, everything is different, so competitive and intense. But off the ice, with Reeve, I’m just—nervous, you know? I’m hoping this works out between us.” Although I wasn’t much of a reader, this was three pages of bullshit. I never thought a day I’d hate more than my birthday would come. But here i was, holding a script that called me ‘nervous’ about a girl I’d told not to fucking talk to me twelve hours ago. A soft scoff escaped my lips as I gazed down at the script Priya had shoved into my hands twenty minutes ago. My grip tightened around the paper, crumpling the sides. ”Are you good, champ?” Derek’s voice drew me from my thoughts. He was leaning against the trailer, scrolling through his phone with so much calmness. After spending ten years managing athletes who were one bad headline away from losing everything—nothing fazed him anymore. He had come in early specifically to see how the first day of shooting would go, co

GREAT JOB, CALLAHAN

REEVE’S POV I had ruined everything—again. My knees hit the floors. I could taste the bile in my mouth, feeling the burn at the back of my throat while the crew murmured somewhere behind me. With eyes watering, while my stomach heaved and again until there was nothing left. God—this was going worse than I expected. “Hey—easy there.” Zane’s agent, Derek’s voice was close, almost steadying me. His hand appeared in my blurry vision, holding out a bottle of water. “Here, drink up.” I took it with shaky hands, unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottle into my mouth. I rinsed it, then spat into the floor that already smelt like my embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My voice scraped out raw. “I-i’m so sorry.” ”Don’t apologize.” He crouched beside me, still looking so calm and collected. Like he’d seen worse. “Can you stand?” I gave a curt nod, rising up slowly but my legs wobbled. My hands flailed slightly at my sides but he caugh

I HATE HIM NOW

(A few hours later) I’d never seen nightmares get significantly worse—but this? This one spiraled really fast. Priya didn’t waste time turning her threats into reality. If I knew one correct thing about her at all—it was that she’d never fail to stand on business. The car had dropped us off twenty minutes ago—a sleek black SUV that didn’t feel real. Zane had disappeared into one of the bedrooms without a word, only his duffel bag slung across his shoulder. I stood in the middle of the living room, my two small bags at my feet. The apartment was gorgeous, with floor-to ceiling -windows, marble countertops and a leather couch that cost more than everything I own. And on top of that—they were all new. It was built for people who were worth it. I wasn't. With one deep exhale, I picked up my bags and headed to the smaller bedroom in the hallway, directly opposite his. I hoped that wouldn’t be a problem. I pushed open the doors, and I felt something in my chest.—not fear but—

THOSE DAMN DETAILS

ZANE’S POV I couldn’t sleep. Not that I had been sleeping well for the past three days anyway. By 4am I gave up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen lit up, highlighting my tired features before I saw three unread messages. **HENRY (10:30pm): Are you there? **HENRY (11:40pm): Seriously man, are you okay? The team hasn’t heard from you in days.” I stared at the messages, thumb hovering over the keypad. What would I say? *Yeah. I’m great. just moved in with the girl who tanked my season, right after i told her to keep her problems to herself and found out her sister can’t afford shoes* A soft exhale escaped my nostrils. I locked the phone and placed it on my chest. My gaze held the ceiling like all the answers I needed were there. Henry had been checking since the scandal broke out. It wasn’t a surprise he would. I mean he was always that friend who didn’t take silence seriously but he also wouldn’t let you disappear quietly. There hadn’t been time to

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