All Chapters of Fake Dating The Hockey Star: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

​It had been a year already, and honestly, life had been nothing short of magnificent. Katherine Pierce was now a renowned photographer—yes, you heard me right. I commanded millions of followers across social media, owned luxury properties, a fleet of high-end cars, and a rapidly expanding media empire.​"Good morning, ma'am. The brief for the upcoming shoot just arrived," my personal assistant, Tyla, said, disrupting my thoughts as she stepped into my office.​"Okay, just drop it on the table," I instructed.​She did as she was told, nodded respectfully, and hurried out.​A moment later, my phone buzzed against the mahogany desk. It was a text message from Janice. "Girl, I hope you're already in the sky. We need to go get me new shoes because I am officially hating the ones I bought before," it read.​I chuckled out loud. "Crazy bitch," I muttered to myself. I had a private flight to catch in three short hours, and my best friend was completely losing her mind over her wedding prepar

​I could not believe my eyes when I saw Katherine. Honestly, I was not expecting to see her until the wedding day, but standing there right in front of me, she looked breathtaking. I mean, I had seen her pictures all over the internet during her meteoric rise in London, but seeing her in the flesh was absolute heaven.​"Are you going to ignore me?" I asked as she briefly looked down at her phone and then met my gaze with chilling indifference.​"Listen, Ethan, we're here for our friends, so let's not make it awkward. Besides, we have no business talking," she said, not harshly, but in a calm, detached way that cut straight through my chest.​"You look really good," I told her, desperate to hold onto a fragment of her attention.​She rolled her eyes without uttering another word. Deep down, I knew leaving her a year ago was the only way to ensure her safety, but standing this close to her, the urge to pull her into my arms was suffocating.​"I know you're still mad at me," I said, my v

The wedding day had finally arrived, and I couldn't be happier as we got ready.​"I'm so nervous, babes," Janice said nervously as the makeup artist applied the finishing touches.​"Shut up, girl. You look really good," I told her, still in my robe. I had already done my hair and makeup, but I hadn't put on my gown yet because she was too anxious to be left alone.​"I'm done, ma'am," the makeup artist said, beginning to pack up her things.​"You look so good," I told Janice as she stared at herself in the mirror, smiling widely.​"Thank you so much," she told the makeup artist, who flashed a polite smile.​"Time to put on your dress," I announced. The designer stepped forward, and together we helped her slip into the magnificent gown. In no time, she was dressed. I hurried over to the adjoining room to change into my own dress, and when I came back out, she was fully ready, the lace veil framing her face.​"Oh, my gosh," I breathed at the sight of my best friend, tears instantly sprin

Dominic's hand went up to my waist, holding it tightly as he deepened the kiss. Caught in the sudden rush of the moment, I dropped my purse and phone right onto the roof of the car. But as reality crashed back in, I abruptly pulled away, breaking the kiss.​"Wow," he breathed, staring down at me with a dark, intense expression in his eyes.​I smiled lightly, my gaze darting past him to the parking lot entrance. Ethan was gone. The spot where he had been standing just moments ago was empty.​"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just... got carried away," I told Dominic, feeling a sudden flutter of guilt.​"No, it's fine, Kat," he said softly, a pleased smile playing on his lips.​"I have to go now. It's getting late," I said quickly, grabbing my purse and phone from the roof. He walked me over to my car door, and just as I was about to slip inside, he leaned in and pecked my lips.​"I'll call you," he promised.​I smiled, sliding into the driver's seat. "Thank you again," I called out b

​"Kat, I know it's too sudden," Dominic said softly, holding both of my hands as I stared back and forth from the glowing "Will you be my girlfriend?" inscription to his face.​"But I've always loved you, and I'd be a fool to keep acting slow. I've kept my feelings hidden before, and I don't want to do that anymore," he pleaded, while my mind raced frantically. What on earth am I supposed to say to him?​"Dominic, I..." I tried to speak, but he cut me short.​"Look, I know you may not love me as much as I love you, but love grows over time," he reasoned. "So please, Katherine... can I be your boyfriend?"​I managed a light, nervous smile. "Yes."​His eyes widened in shock. "Are you serious?"​I nodded, and before I could blink, he scooped me up in a tight hug, lifting me off the ground. "Thank you," he whispered when we broke the embrace.​I just smiled weakly, not entirely knowing how to process what I had just done.​"I promise to make you the happiest woman on earth," he vowed, pul