All Chapters of The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

KILLIAN."It's for the headache." I hold the pills out to Ophelia along with the glass of water. "Considering how much shit you drank tonight, it'll help keep the hangover from kicking your ass."She's sitting on the edge of the guest bed, her knees pressed together, my old hockey shirt swallowing her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder and exposing a small strip of skin that immediately draws my eyes.My fingers itch to touch it, to pull the collar back into place, or maybe do the exact opposite and see how much farther it would fall. I curl my fingers into my palm instead.She takes the pills from my palm without arguing, her fingers brushing mine, and a small jolt travels straight up my arm.She places the pills on her tongue, then gulps down the glass of water, swallowing quickly before lowering it with a small grimace, her nose scrunching up."Gross," she mutters, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.I almost smile at that."This is your room for tonight," I say,

OPHIELA.“Good evening, Young Master Killian. Good evening, Miss.”The butler's warm greeting pulls me out of my thoughts, and I immediately offer him a polite smile without letting go of Killian's hand.“Good evening,” I say softly, glancing at Killian beside me.He'd barely spoken during the entire drive here, and the whole time, he'd been sitting beside me with his body tense.I'd tried talking to him a few times, but his answers had been cold and short, and when we finally got out of the car, I noticed the slight tremble in his fingers, so I slipped my fingers between his and held his hand.Thankfully, it seemed to help because his fingers slowly stopped trembling, and he gave my hand a small squeeze in return.Killian turns his head slightly toward me, and before I can ask if he's alright, he leans closer, his lips brushing near my ear as he whispers, “Don't be nervous, okay? I'm right here with you. If you get uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll drive you home.”His fingers tig

KILLIAN. "Who's she?" Evelyn asks as she slowly turns her attention toward Ophelia, looking her up and down with an expression of pure disgust. The sight makes something hot crawl up the back of my neck. I tighten my grip around Ophelia's hand. "I hope the rumors and those videos I've been seeing aren't true," Evelyn continues, finally dragging her eyes away from Ophelia and looking at me. "Eve—" "They're true," I cut in. My father's mouth closes. "The rumors are true. The videos are real. Ophelia and I are together." Evelyn's eyes widen. "What?" she whispers. "What the hell do you mean, you're together?! I'm your fiancée, Killian! Your fucking fiancée!" A bitter laugh escapes me. "Are you my fiancée?" I ask, tilting my head as I stare at her, fighting back the urge not to gag. "Because I don't remember agreeing to that. Did I consent to this engagement, Evelyn? Was I standing in the room when our fathers made the decision? Did anyone bother asking me what I wanted? Did I pu