Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother の小説・ストーリー

How I almost lost everything family, friends, med school, myself because I fell for the hockey star who pretended he didn’t care until he cared too damn much. One night, when the lights were dim, monitors beeping soft, he looked at me with those dark eyes. “Sky… we don’t do fairy tales. You and me? We’re messy. Fights. Secrets. Pain. Almost destroyed each other a hundred times. But you’re my everything. If I could go back? I’d fake date you again. Fall for you again. Every stupid, painful, perfect time.” I climbed onto the bed, careful of the IVs straddled him slow. “I missed us, wanna have hospital coochie play? . For the love of the game.”

“Don't worry sweetheart, he will soon drop her ass and Rose will come begging for us to take her back and I won't allow her step a foot into this house again” My mother parted my shoulder and for a second I thought my marriage with Rose was all based on lies. Is this truly her true nature? I was deceived by her innocent look. I went to the NHl ice hockey rink for practice. My eyes fell on the poster on the wall. “Alexander Sterling, a famous hockey star of the Ice Slayers” I quickly called my private investigator. “Did you get anything on Alexander Sterling” “From my source Alexander Sterling has no girlfriend. The car he used is his friends car Logan Steele”

“Please. Did you actually think I’d fall for you?” I didn’t answer that. My throat dried, not that I expected that he would fall for him but hearing from him hurt a little. “Rule three.” I continued suddenly “We never talk about this agreement to anyone, not your teammates, not even your dumb hockey groupies. No exceptions.” His brow lifted. “You think I have groupies?” I gave him a look. “Okay, maybe I do,” he admitted, unbothered. “And rule four,” I said, writing in big, underlined letters, “This fake relationship ends in one month. After homecoming, it’s over. That gives us just enough time for all this to blow over.”

The conversation died almost instantly, and I found myself staring down at the puck resting against my stick. Right. The scholarship. That was the entire reason I'd agreed to do this. The entire reason I was standing on the ice again despite the promises I'd made to myself. And yet… for some reason, it wasn't the first thing on my mind. I rolled the puck lightly beneath my stick. Then before I could stop myself, the question slipped out. “So… no more fake dating then?” The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them, but there was no going back now. As for Ryder, he looked genuinely surprised.

Genuinely, completely extraordinary, and she has absolutely no idea. Devon suggests we leave the diner, so we end up at a bar later, the three of us.. and Devon won’t stop talking her ear off. “You should definitely start watching hockey,” he says to her, and before I know it, Devon has taken over my date. I don’t mind because, unlike another brother, he would never fuck me over, and well, Dawn doesn’t blush every time he makes comments about her. “I’m more of a soccer girl.” “Nope. Can’t have a brother dating a soccer girl. That’s blasphemy, Kill,” he says, and I shrug.

But I don't think I'd stand a chance. "Look, once my nana is fully healed, I'll apply to Northford and we'll be together again, alright?" I smile. "Alright." "And another thing. The hockey captain. "Jayden?" "That's his name? Sounds tacky." I rub my forehead. "What about him?" "What about him? Rory, you got heartbroken and this man thought kissing you was a good idea?" "It's not like that. It was to help me." "Help you exactly how?"

He reached into his jacket, pulled out his phone, and typed something rapidly. "Damn it, Lauren," he muttered under his breath, as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. "She just received the message. Hannah backed out a few hours ago, something came up. She never even made it to the estate." "Great. So it's a mistake," I said. "You can go back in there and tell your mother you got the wrong girl." "I can't do that." He responded. "I just introduced you to my mother. If I go back in there and tell her I grabbed a random guest because I hired a fake fiancée to get them off my back, it would cause a scene and expose the lie."

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

she asked, now fully focused. I took a breath and looked at her directly. “I am.” Her jaw dropped. "Wait. You’re telling me… you’re Daniel’s ex-girlfriend? Daniel Sinclair? Dave’s younger brother?" I nodded. "Yes." Mara looked like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water on her head. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth hung open for a good five seconds before she could speak again. "You dated him?" she asked, like she was trying to connect impossible dots. "You—you dated Daniel Sinclair?"

He laughed. “Yes? And who’s going to come looking for you? The last time I saw you, you were Alpha Jake’s wife, and now you’re his younger brother Thomas’s girlfriend. It’s impressive how things have changed since I left. Would you tell me that story? I’m really interested in the gossip,” he said, pretending excitement. “The last time I saw you, you were dating my sister. Two psychopaths together.” “That’s another detail… very interesting. Your sister, my ex, is with Jake. It’s been a dangerous partner swap.”