Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Hockey Star: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

"What are you..." I started, but he cut me off before I could finish the sentence, pressing his lips to mine.​"Shh," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over me. "You're so beautiful, baby."​He kissed me slowly. At that point, I felt completely frozen—not out of desire, but because a terrifying, cold realization was sinking in about how easily he overrode my boundaries.​"Mine," he whispered against my skin as he undressed, before pulling me toward the bed.​When it was over, he smiled down at me. "That was so good."​"Mmm," I hummed, trying to slip out of bed.​He caught my hand in a fierce, vice-like grip.​"Ouch," I winced. "You're hurting me."​"Didn't you like it?" he asked, his fingers still biting painfully into my wrist.​"I said you're hurting me," I repeated, my voice sharpening.​He finally loosened his grip, noticing the angry red mark already blooming on my skin. "Answer my question."​I forced myself to swallow the lump of fear in my throat and lied straight to his teeth be

"Look who we have here," he said from the sofa, his tone thick with sarcasm as I completely ignored him and set the wrapped painting down by the entryway.​"Why are you in my apartment?" I demanded, dropping my handbag onto the couch.​He stood up, slowly walking toward me. "I have every right to be here. I can come in whenever I like."​I let out a bitter, humorless chuckle. "I'm tired of this bullshit you pull every single time. You let yourself into my apartment unannounced, you try to control my movements, and you track my location like I'm a criminal."​"I do all of that because I love you, and because you belong to me," he argued, his voice hardening.​"First of all, I do not belong to you," I snapped back. "And secondly, if this..." I gestured broadly between us, "if this is what love means to you, then I am completely done with this bullshit of a relationship."​I turned on my heel, walking over to my bag to pull out my phone. "Give me your account details. I'll wire you the m

The next day came rather quickly, and after going about the day's activities, it was finally time for Felix's party.​I had asked Janice earlier what her husband liked and went shopping so I could bring a proper gift. When it was time, I drove over to their house.​"Welcome, girl!" Janice cheered, coming out to welcome me in the garage.​"How are you?" I asked, pulling her into a warm hug.​"I'm very well, thank you," she said, her eyes instantly darting to the glossy bag in my back seat.​"Get your eyes off it. It's for your husband," I told her, leaving it in the car for later as we walked toward the front entrance.​"Whatever is his is mine," she countered with a smirk, and we shared a laugh as we walked inside.​The party was already in full swing, and frankly, nothing about it looked remotely intimate.​"I thought your husband said he wanted something intimate," I whispered to her, looking at the buzzing crowd.​"You know Felix, girl," she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "He l

Katherine's POV​"Let's go, babe," Dominic said, taking my hand and leading me into the waiting car as we set off for Manhattan's airport.​The days had passed far too quickly, and the weekend getaway I had been secretly dreading was finally here: a trip back home.​"Why are you so quiet?" Dominic asked, turning to me in the backseat.​"Nothing, babe. I'm just really excited to go home," I lied, forcing a bright smile to cover the knot tightening in my stomach.​"Me too," he replied warmly. "I've missed Chicago, and honestly, I can't wait to see your parents."​I smiled back, trying to anchor myself in his enthusiasm. We pulled up at the airport, stepped out, and Dominic took care of our luggage. We boarded our flight immediately, and in about three hours, the plane touched down in Chicago.​"Home sweet home," Dominic murmured as we walked out of the terminal.​Scanning the crowd, my eyes landed on my dad, who was walking toward us with a huge, radiant smile.​"Hi, Dad!" I called out,

Katherine's POV​It had been weeks since I returned from Chicago, and my new office space was finally ready. Business was officially back in full swing.​A light knock on the door disrupted my train of thought. "Come in," I called out.​My personal assistant, Tyla, stepped into the office. "Good afternoon, ma'am," she greeted warmly.​"What do you have for me, Tyla?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.​"Here is the detailed analysis of the design you requested," she said, handing me a crisp brown envelope.​I opened it and began skimming through the pages. "Detail for detail," she added, catching my subtle nod of approval.​"Thank you, Tyla. This is fantastic work," I told her, genuinely impressed.​She offered a respectful nod and left the office, closing the door softly behind her. What would I ever do without this girl? I thought to myself. She was so remarkably efficient, which was the exact reason I had requested her personal transfer from our London branch.​Before I could get b