All Chapters of Faking it with the Grumpy NHL Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

***WRONG FLORA ***Flora's POV It's been three good days since the worst day of my life and I was handling it terribly, thanks to no one in particular for asking.I hadn't cried again, at least not since the past four hours. Every time I thought I'd gotten a handle on it, something would sneak up on me. The notification sound Sean had personally set on my phone. A black BMW on the highway. A song Sean loved humming whenever he was with me.I'd turned the radio off twice on the drive to the airport.And here I was now after a very exhausting five hour flight in another state with exactly one agenda. One simple, non-negotiable agenda. Well maybe two—watch the NHL and get back the BMW I gifted Sean so I can sell it and pay back the thirty thousand dollars I was allegedly owing my workplace—previous workplace since I was fired actually."Baby, tell me you ate something before you boarded the plane." My dad's voice came out low and calm through the phone."Dad, I'm fine—""You know how yo

***TWO DAYS HAS ELAPSED*** Flora's POV"Did you see the pass he made, Flora?" Lucille had both hands pressed to her chest as she spoke. "Those arms, Flora. Those arms were doing the work of God tonight.""He's a hockey player, Lucille. They all have strong arms, it's nothing special.""Not like those arms." She cut me a look as we moved through the post-match crowd spilling out of the stadium, bodies and noise pressing from every direction. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."I knew exactly what she was talking about.Tyler Sinclair had played tonight like the ice belonged to him personally and everyone else was simply a guest. He was fast and brutal and so completely in command of every inch of the rink that even I—who told him to his face that he wasn't my kind of guy—had found myself leaning forward in my seat twice without meaning to."All I'm saying," she continued, stepping around a group of fans in matching jerseys, "is that a man who moves like that on ice, imagine wha