FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
Ace is right behind him, moving with such quickness, it has me leaning forward in my seat, my blood pumping with tension.
Before Ace could snatch the ball, Lucien scored a goal.
“Yes!” Everyone screams in victory as Lucien scores. But there’s barely any time to recover, because Ace scores a goal not long after. He surprises me, though.
I didn’t expect him to be this good, or this quick, because he glides on the ice like a fucking dancer, each move graceful as he holds the puck. My breath hitches as he nears the goal post, but just a few seconds in, before he could score, Lucien tackles him from behind, stealing the ball from him.