Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
“What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Girlfriend? Didn’t he just remind me like, yesterday, that this whole thing is fake? I roll my eyes so hard I practically sprain them.
Jay, to his credit, grins cockily. “Sorry, man, but I don’t think she’s your girl. I mean, we literally just kissed.”
I bite back a laugh. Oh, he’s bold. Or stupid. Maybe both.
“Get out of here,” Lucas says, calm as hell. Too calm. The kind of calm that makes you nervous.