All Chapters of Fake dating my hockey enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds, shaking off the thoughts. I moved back towards the kitchen. Four cameras were on tripods already. Two sound guys with boom mics, lights everywhere that turned the whole space more brighter and almost too clean. Priya stood behind the monitors, her hand under her jaw. ”Okay, lovebirds.” She clapped her hands once. “This is simple. You’re making breakfast together. You’re talking, laughing, just being adorable. Got it?” ”Got it,” Reeve said quietly. Priya’s eyes narrowed. She looked at Reeve, then at me, then back at the monitors. “Reeve, I need more energy. Like—enthusiasm. And Zane, stop looking at her like she killed your dog.” I scoffed slightly, moving towards the counter. “Positions,” She called loudly. “Camera one, wide shot. Camera two, close up on their hands when they touch. Camera three, faces. Sound , make sure you catch every word.” She turned back to us. “You’re making eggs. You’re comfortable with each other. This i

”Excuse me?” She scoffed. “She’s not you.” I repeated, louder now. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt physically. “She’s a child. She needs—-“ ”Don’t you dare lecture me about what she needs.” Her voice rose. “I’m the one dealing with her whining everyday while you’re off playing celebrity. You want to judge how I raise her? Then maybe you should be here instead of running off to your fancy apartment.” My vision blurred. I stood up, pacing the small room, while my fingers tightened around the phone. ”I’m doing this for her,” I swallowed. “For both of you. So she doesn’t have to—“ “So she doesn’t have to do what? End up like me?” She laughed sharply, mockingly. “It’s too late for that sweetie. She’s already turning into a little brat who thinks the world owes her something.” “Stop.” My eyes squeezed shut, the tears flowing down freely. “What!” ”Stop talking about her like that.” I sniffled. “She’s your daughter.” ”You're my daughter too.” She shot back. “And look how

ZANE’S POV I froze in my steps. She stepped out of her room wearing that dress and I forgot what I was going to say. My eyes raked over her. The wardrobe team had made her look like she belonged here—with me. And that made my teeth clench. Maybe because she was still Reeve Callahan, the annoying well—poor and annoying girl that almost ruined my life. It wasn’t fair that she looked this good. I opened my mouth to tell her the car was waiting. My phone started to vibrate in my hand. I tore my eyes off her, glancing at the screen. And my stomach dropped. My father. No. Not now—not before. It kept ringing in my hand. I stared at my father’s name on the screen, Richard. I could answer it. But not there with Priya hovering, the cameras filming and Reeve standing there catching the fear that found its way to my features. “Zane.” Priya’s voice cut through. “The car’s downstairs. We have to leave now.” I held up one finger without looking at her, still holding the phone wit

”Yes.” I whispered. The speaker clicked off. The driver shifted in his seat, staring right ahead now and refusing to look at either of us in the mirror. Zane was still staring out the window at the red carpet. The car started moving again. Slowly, rolling forward toward the start of the carpet where the paparazzi were packed the tightest and the noises—the loudest. My heart was thudding so hard against my ribs, like they’d crack. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t step out there after—I couldn’t hold his hand. Soon, the car stopped and a man in black suit opened Zane’s door. Just like that—the world exploded. The sounds hit like a physical force, and the cameras clicked so fast it sounded like rounds being fired. With the voices, ”Zane! Over here! Zane! Look this way!” Zane stepped out into the frenzy and everything doubled. The cameras swung towards him, and flashes went off so fast the world turned white. Then he turned back toward the car, extending his hand to me.

REEVE’S POV Zane’s hands dropped from my back the second the doors closed. I stood there—looking at the chandeliers, glasses clinking, classical music drifting from somewhere I couldn’t see. ‘Your name will be forgotten after the show’ His voice still echoed in my ears. Oh, Zane. I’d prove you wrong. A waiter passed with a tray of Champagne. I grabbed a glass and downed it before he even finished walking by. The bubbles burned down my throat. I grabbed another glass from the next tray and did the same. Then I took the third glass, wrapping both hands around the stem to stop them from shaking. My eyes scanned the room. People moved around expensive fabrics, and low voices. A woman in diamonds laughed loudly. Another man in a tux brushed past me without looking. I forced myself to walk, anywhere. To just move. Across the room, Zane stood with someone—tall, with brown hair slicked back and a sexy suit. They weren’t looking at me. No one was. Good. I took another sip of champag