All Chapters of Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

***MOMENTS THAT DEFINE US***Flora's POVThe sudden, high-pitched shrill of my phone cut through my sleep. I groaned, burying my face back into the plush pillows before blindly clawing at the nightstand. I swiped the screen, dragging the device to my ear. “Hello…?”“Good morning, Miss Morgan,” a professional voice chimed on the other end. “This is Jessica, secretary to the CEO of Auren Beauty. I’m calling to inform you that Mr. Sinclair has officially approved the contract. We will be forwarding the virtual documents to your email for your signature within the hour. Welcome to the team.” I sat up straight on the mattress, my eyes flying wide open as the words sank in. Auren Beauty. For a single second, pure excitement flooded my chest. Then, my brows furrowed as confusion immediately trailed behind it. Why did he change his mind? He had been so fiercely against the whole thing when the contract first came up days ago. What made him completely reverse his stance overnight?Before I

***OUR NEW DEAL***Flora's POVI slammed my bedroom door so hard it rattled.I marched straight toward the mattress and collapsed face-first into the mountain of plush pillows, letting out a muffled scream that was entirely swallowed by the fabric.My mind was a chaotic, violent loop of what had just happened upstairs.The audacity of that man. I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling while a bitter laugh forced its way out of my throat. I kicked my legs out, staring blankly at the empty space.“Feelings for Tyler Sinclair? Ha!” I spoke out loud to the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls. I laughed awkwardly at the absolute, terrifying absurdity of his question. “That is officially the very last thing I would ever do on this earth. Even if someone held a rusted sword straight to my throat and said ‘admit it or die.’ Arrogant, narcissistic, emotionally constipated Ice man! Who the hell does he think he is?”I grabbed a stray decorative cushion and hurled it across t

***DIRTY DIANA***Flora’s POVLucille moved to the armchair, standing on the edge of it as she grabbed a half-empty bottle of tequila on the table beside it.“Look around.” She continued, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’re all adults here, which means the usual boring rules are officially suspended for the next two hours. If you want to play, you move to my left. If you’re a total buzzkill, go to my right.”The room absolutely erupted. A massive wave of bodies immediately surged toward the left side of the room, laughing and shouting over each other. Only a few people drifted over to the right. Through the shifting crowd, I caught sight of Megan. She was practically dragging Sean by his arm toward the glass doors leading to the pool, her expression looking like she’d just swallowed acid.“So,” Tyler's voice snapped my attention back to him. “This was your grand plan all along?”I leaned back slightly, letting a slow, innocent smile touch my lips before I finally faced him. “Aw

***CITY OF ANGELS***Flora's POVMy eyelids were glued shut like it were filled with industrial cement. I forced them open anyway, and the ceiling swam into view—gray and white, a striking contrast to the colours of my room. A brutal, rhythmic pounding started right behind my skull, like someone was using it as a hockey puck.Last night crashed back in fragments. Justin, the garden, the breakup.I groaned and stretched my arms across the mattress. My left hand swung out, expecting empty space, but landed flat against something warm, solid, and very much breathing.I froze.My eyes snapped, fully focused.Tyler was lying right next to me, his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones, jaw relaxed, chest rising and falling under the white linen. I slapped both hands over my mouth, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.I looked down at myself. The burgundy corset top was gone. I was in an oversized black silk pajama shirt that smelled like him—his cologne and that stupid mas

***DATE TO FLORA'S HOUSE***Tyler’s POVThe Malibu sun was blinding and oppressive but Flora was handling both the sand and the shoot like she’d been doing this her entire life.The production team barely had to give her a direction twice before she leaned into the light, caught the frame, and nailed the pose. Christian was practically purring by the camera monitors, clapping his hands together.“Magnificent, darling! Absolutely spectacular!” Christian gushed, tossing a dramatic hand into the air. “Flora, you are a complete natural. That effortless glow, that presence—Tyler, you are one incredibly lucky bastard to have a woman like her.”I crossed my arms over my chest, my jaw locking tight enough to click. “She’s the one who’s lucky to have me.”Christian waved a dismissive hand at me as if I were a particularly tedious insect. “Yes, yes, Captain. We all know you are the prize. Now stop scowling and look at her like you actually want to devour her. We are selling high-end cosmetics,