All Chapters of Off The Ice: Fake Dating The Hockey Captain : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roxanne's POV "Oh my god."Charlotte said before I'd even fully turned around.I looked at her. "Don't say it.""Roxie," She set down the diffuser and stared at me. "You look like a whole snack.""I look like a stuffed sausage." I turned back to the mirror.The black bodycon dress sat against my body, it clung to my hips, my waist, my chest, everything I owned sitting right there on display with nowhere to hide. My breasts were practically introducing themselves. The neckline scooped low, and the edge sat mid-thigh, which on my body meant every thick inch of my thighs was out.. "This dress is too much.""This dress is perfect." Charlotte came to stand beside me, looking at my reflection. "You look like the kind of girl that makes every Alpha in a room forget what they were doing.""That's not....""Blackwood is not going to know what hit him." She said it simply. "Blackwood doesn't..." I stopped. "It doesn't matter.""Sure." She did not sound convinced.My curls were massive tonight

Charlotte's POV I almost didn't come.I was on my bed in my oversized shirt and fuzzy socks with a movie playing that I hadn't actually watched a single minute of, and the apartment was quiet in the specific way that made the thoughts get loud. Liam's text was still sitting at the top of my screen.Babe, practice ran way over. I'm wiped. Next time, I promise.I'd read it four times, had sent back okay, rest well, because that's what I always did, absorbed it, adjusted, said something easy, moved on. I was good at that, because I had a lot of practice.The ceiling wasn't doing anything interesting.I sat up, looked at my wardrobe.I picked up my phone and texted Roxanne: You know what, I'm coming. Staying home alone while you all party is actually boring.She didn't reply, which meant she was deep in the performance of the night, doing the thing she'd agreed to do, being someone she wasn't in a room full of people who'd never paid attention to her before. I didn't like that she was do

Roxanne's POV "Hold on."I stopped, bent down, unstrapped both heels, and stood back up with them dangling from one hand.Tyson looked at my bare feet, then at my face. Then opened his mouth."Say something and I'll leave them on and make you carry me," I said.He closed his mouth.We left before the party hit its peak, his call as usual, and it was good. Staying too long and it starts looking like you have nowhere else to be. Leave while things are still moving and it reads like you had something better to do, which was a brand of arrogance only people like Tyson pulled off naturally.I was walking barefoot on cold concrete and had a blister on my left heel. The party noise faded behind us as we turned toward the residential block, and the night air was quiet enough that our footsteps were the loudest thing."Skylar was jealous," he said."I noticed." I said flatly."The way you grabbed my arm." He glanced at me sideways. Something in his tone that made me want to look at him fully

Tyson's POV I woke up at five forty-three and lay there staring at the ceiling for eleven minutes before I accepted that I wasn't going back to sleep. I still felt terrible about last night. I got up, showered, stood in front of my wardrobe for longer than necessary. My wolf was already awake, already alert in a way that was distinctly different from his normal morning energy. You're going to see her, he said. I'm going to fix the situation. I corrected. I pulled on a jacket and left before Alice was up. I always ate breakfast before leaving. My wolf noted this with the insufferable smugness of someone who'd been making a point for twelve hours straight. The walk to her dorm gave me time to think about how to handle it. An apology was the obvious move, even I knew that. But apologies required a vulnerability I had spent years systematically destroying, and the idea of standing in front of Roxanne Sinclair and saying I'm sorry, felt like something I didn't know how to do. Ther

Roxanne's POV "You look fire," Charlotte said."I look like I'm attending a game I don't understand in clothes I didn't choose." I checked the mirror one more time. Dark fitted jeans, a deep red top that sat close against my body, leather jacket over it, all of which he chose. "Do I look like someone who voluntarily attends hockey games?""You look like someone dating someone who plays hockey." She was sitting on her bed pulling on her own boots. "Which is the point."I turned around. "Why are you getting dressed?"She kept her eyes on her laces. "Ryder mentioned the game.""Ryder mentioned..." I stared at her. "Charlie.""He just mentioned it,casually. He wasn't... it wasn't a big deal." She stood up. "I'm not sitting in this room on a Friday night again. I'm going to a game. That's all."I looked at her for a moment. The careful way she'd said it. The way she wasn't quite meeting my eyes."Okay," I said."Don't say okay like that." She gave me a look."I said just okay," I said."Y