Todos os capítulos de Faking Forever With My Hockey Roommate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Niko’s POVI pulled the black towel over my head, scrubbing at my wet hair as I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Water was still dripping down my bare chest, pooling at the waistband of my grey sweatpants. I tossed the towel over a chair and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, putting Dmitri on speaker and setting the phone down on my dresser. I had immediately called him after Zaria left, discussing what happened today."—and three different PR reps from the team are practically breathing down my neck," Dmitri’s frantic, accented voice blasted through the speaker.I leaned down and pulled a clean t-shirt out of my bottom drawer, slipping it over my head. "Let them breathe, Dmitri. It's good for their lungs.""Niko, I am serious!" Dmitri groaned, the sound of papers rustling filling the background. "I did not expect this fake dating scheme to actually work this fast, but the press is losing their mind.” He groaned.“Everyone is asking where this girl came from. Who is she?

NIKO'S POV “She's fighting back because she's stubborn and proud, Niko, but it's only going to pour gasoline on the fire!” David argued, pointing a finger at the screen in my hand. “They're going to keep harassing her just for the dopamine rush of a response from her, it'll probably make them feel like they're closed to getting a direct response from you!”A strange mixture of panic and deep, unexpected amusement twisted in my gut. Hearing about the hate comments had my stomach dropping into my skates, but seeing her sassy replies was making me feel a strange mix of pride and amusement. A corner of my mouth twitched upward, a snort breaking past my lips.David stared at me like I'd grown a second head. “Are you actually laughing right now? This isn't funny at all, Volkov!”“I'm not laughing at the hate, I'm laughing at her responses, she's quite witty you know,” I defended myself, shaking my head as I looked back down at the screen where she was tearing apart another internet trol

ZARIA'S POV I had just finished stepping out of the shower and changed into a fresh pair of house clothes, a grey T-shirt I'd thrifted and loose fitting pajama bottoms.I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, vigorously towel-drying my damp hair, when a sharp yowl echoed from downstairs, immediately followed by the loud, metallic clang of something hitting the hardwood floor or wall…My heart leaped straight into my throat. Dropping the towel, I hurried out the room, almost holding my boobs to stop them from bouncing as I practically ran down the stairs, my hair still wet and dripping droplets down the front of my oversized shirt.When I rounded the corner into the kitchen, the scene was absolute chaos. A steaming metal pot lay on its side near the island, hot water splashed across the tiles in a wide puddle, and tangled strands of cooked pasta were scattered everywhere. Niko was standing right beside the mess, shaking his hand out with a grimace on his pretty face, which was

ZARIA'S POVThe cardboard takeout containers sat between us on the worn wooden coffee table, sending up wisps of steam and a heavy, savory scent of garlic and soy sauce that made my mouth water. Uh oh, I thought as I stared down at the little pair of wooden chopsticks resting across the top of my box, a quiet wave of dread tightening my chest.I could handle almost anything and everything else, including losing an almost three years old relationship. Shit, I could probably handle a night at the Amazon forests as much as I was handling the dull ache crawling through my lower abdomen courtesy of my uninvited monthly visitor. But using the two tiny sticks of polished birch to shovel lo mein into my mouth? Absolutely not.No matter how hard I tried to learn, I still couldn't master the art of using chopsticks, and I really really wanted to.And seeing Niko easily use his, was not helping my ego at all.I picked them up with two fingers, trying to position them like I'd seen people do in

NIKOLAI'S POVThree days after our Chinese takeout, tense early dinner experience, Zaria and I went on our second public outing.And this time, it didn't involve red carpets, heavy designer gowns, or a room full of stiff corporate executives holding flutes of champagne. Instead, it involved a Tuesday night screening of one of the famous Avatar movies, which I knew very little about until Zaria told me the franchise was her favourite and so I found myself buying the tickets even though I'd never seen any of the movies before.We went to a cinema at an exclusive downtown megaplex, and two medium buckets of extra-buttered popcorn, a few drinks and some pop tarts, I had a very charming woman who was currently leaning so far out of her velvet cinema seat she looked like she was about to launch herself directly into Pandora.It was supposed to be a casual outing. It was casual, down to the way we were both dressed in loose baggy jeans, casual tops and jackets. I had on a hat and Zaria had