Patrick Kane Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Drake POV I can’t believe the amazing night I had with Kate. From an amazing supper, to being with her. She is so passionate, being with her is special to me. I am always surprised at how much she means to me but realize I shouldn’t be. She has been special to me for a while now. I realized when I asked her about chosen mates, I was pushing my luck. I didn’t want to push her, but I had been thinking about it for some time with Elise first and then Kate.

He asked her like he was interrogating her or something. “Well he is a great boss,sometimes he is a little grumpy but still he is very nice”Laila explains,Jake just stared at her listening to what she was saying about Liam very intensely. “So are you all by yourself here?”Jake asked, looking behind her for anyone. “Actually I was looking for one of my co-workers,”Laila tells him. “Those the co-worker happen to be Amelia Liam’s girlfriend?”Jake curiously asked. “Yes she is the one I’m looking for,do you by any chance know where she is?”Laila questions hoping he knew where Amelia was.

My shoulders sag in disappointment. Reaching out, she rests a hand on my arm. "Hey. We'll figure it out," she tells me. "Yeah I know, it's not over, I'll find another way," I reply. "That's my girl." "By the way, the man you just kissed—people found him online! He is Aiden Kincaid! Billionaire! Quarterback! Every sport lover girl's wet dream!" Kiera thrusts her phone toward me. The screen shows a grainy replay of the kiss cam. My back is front and center, hair spilling down my jacket, while Aiden shows his jawline only.

"So you're Wendy's boyfriend? The one with a tiny wiener?" He brushed some wet hair off her collar like he'd done it a million times before. "What are you doing here? My personal training sessions are expensive, you know. You think a leech like you can afford it?" "Personal training? What kind of personal training involves getting your lower bodies tangled up together?" I whipped out my phone and shoved the Live Photo in their faces. Wendy went white as a sheet. Not because she felt guilty, but because she was enraged that she got caught.

She said, "Ms. Webster, you may not know Jeremy, but I was once his fiance. I can tell you, he's not a good person." At the word "fiance", Skye, who had been expressionless the whole time, finally showed a hint of surprise as her eyes swept over Kayleigh.

"For believing in me. For pushing me. For not giving up." "I didn't do anything." "You did everything." I pulled back. Looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair. "I love you," I said. "I love you too." He kissed me. In front of everyone. The cameras. The reporters. The crowd. I didn't care who saw. We flew home the next day. Our apartment was small. Near the rink. Not fancy. But ours. Cole put the Stanley Cup on the shelf. Next to the Hart Trophy. Next to my sketches. Next to our photos. Next to our lives.

'Playing dead, huh? Want to bet I can make Hayden dump you?' Kiera Zellman kept bombarding me with texts. Still, I was a little surprised. As Hayden's most trusted homegirl, he actually hadn't told her about this plan. Hayden and I had been together since freshman year of college—six whole years. He had always been attentive to me in every possible way. Because I was not comfortable with sleeping together before marriage, he had held himself back for all six years.

I wondered. His sister? Another band member? I had never heard of Mr. Kashyap having a daughter. Then he introduced her. "This is my beautiful girlfriend, Kiyara."... Girlfriend? Something inside me froze. I forced a smile, nodding politely, but my mind was racing. He has a girlfriend?I had gone through his I*******m before, checked his following list only one following that's it., but I had never seen any sign of her. The only close account was some weird private profile of a angry cat showing middle finger with the username cranky.old_potato, with a disgusting cheap bio (kyu re b*dwe kya dekh rha hai?)