All Chapters of The NHL Captain's Fake Girlfriend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELARA.For a second the courtyard was quiet except for the low hum of the outdoor lights and the fading smell of cigar smoke.My gaze shifted to Iris.She was still staring at the closed door like she expected it to open again and offer an explanation.“Whoa,” she said finally. “That guy has got issues.”I raised my eyebrows. “You know we can’t drive, right?”Iris turned to me so fast her still-eggy hair swung. “Whoa. Whoa, speak for yourself. You can’t drive, I can drive.”I stared at her, eyes going wide. “Since when?”“Are you kidding me? Don’t tell me you forgot about the driving camp I went to.”“Yeah. For like what? One day, before you bailed.”Iris waved a hand like that detail was irrelevant. “Well, I learnt a lot in that one day. Get in.”“Oh shit,” I muttered, but I opened the passenger door anyway and slid into the seat. The leather was still pristine, It smelled like money and whatever expensive cleaner rich people used. My ruined dress stuck to it in places. I felt like

KYLE.“Take her to your room, she’ll be spending the night there.” My father’s voice was calm, almost bored, like he was telling the staff which wine to bring up. Smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers and drifted toward the high ceiling of the foyer. The same ceiling I’d stared at as a kid while he decided what version of me he wanted that day.I clenched my fists so hard my nails cut into my palms drawing blood. I fucking hated this bastard who called himself my father. Selfish motherfucker who only ever cared about himself and whatever gain he could squeeze out of the people around him including me.“Fuck no,” I muttered. “There are a ton of rooms in this house.”“In my house,” he corrected, finally looking at me. The red from the earlier slap still sat high on my cheekbone, throbbing in time with my pulse. “And you’ll do whatever I tell you to fucking do.”Jessica stood a few feet away, looking between us like this was some entertaining family drama she had front-row

ELARA.Kyle drove, but he took another turn instead of the one that should have led back to the house I’d already been in twice. The city lights shifted. The streets got quieter, wider, lined with trees that looked like they’d been curated by someone with too much money and zero sense of restraint.I sat up straighter in the passenger seat. “I thought you said we were going to your house.”“Yes,” he said. “We are.”My brows furrowed. I counted the intersections we’d already passed. “You’ve missed about two turns though.”He glanced at me, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift. The red mark on his cheek had faded into a dull shadow, but it was still there if you knew where to look.“Oh. That.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “That’s not the house I meant actually. That one is my father’s building. I was just crashing there because I needed to clear my head.”I stared at him, the words took a second to land properly.“Wow,” I said slowly. “That’s some nepo tal

ELARA.“Okay…” I muttered, still half-buried in sleep.The word sat on my tongue without meaning anything. My eyes were barely open. The phone was still pressed to my ear, the woman’s voice on the other end repeating itself with the practiced patience of someone who delivered life-altering information for a living. “Your debt has been cleared.”The sentence slammed into me fully this time.My eyes flung open. I sat up so fast the sheets tangled around my legs and nearly pulled me back down. The room was too bright. My heart started hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.“Wait—what?” I asked, eyebrows raising.“Your debt has been cleared,” she said again, slower. “The full outstanding balance, including all penalties and accrued interest, was settled early this morning.”I stared at the far wall without seeing it. The number that had doubled itself overnight. The seven-day deadline. The smooth, threatening voice that had told me I was already out of time. All of it—gon

KYLE.I dropped into the Ferrari, shut the door harder than necessary, and sat there for a long second with both hands locked on the wheel.I couldn’t stop thinking about it.Elara in the bathroom, her body cold and wet and completely bare against mine in the exact second I caught her. The weight of her breasts—full, heavy, soft in a way that made my hands remember the shape of them even now. Her nipples had been tight and pointed from the air, dark against her skin. The way her stomach had brushed mine. The tiny, shocked sound she made when I hauled her upright. The look in her eyes right before she realized I was seeing everything.My dick had gone hard the second her naked body hit my arms. It was hard again now, just from the memory, thick and aching against the inside of my jeans. I exhaled through my nose, forced myself to start the engine, and pulled out of the compound like distance might actually help.It didn’t.I needed to get the fuck out of my own head before the image b