Semua Bab Fake dating my hockey enemy: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

“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.

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

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

(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—