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The music pulses through the air, the energy in the room electric. Laughter and cheers surround us as guests take turns playing the body shots game.We ditched the pool for something a little more intimate. The bar barely fits thirty of us, but that only makes everything feel more dangerous. More thrilling.The game is simple: one person in a couple sits on the floor, we spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on can either do body shots with their partner—or pick someone else.For me, it’s risky as hell.But I’d rather pretend I’m into it than end up as tomorrow’s first victim in shots roulette.A round finishes. Two guys — ridiculously hot, obviously — pull apart, their lips glistening from salt and tequila. I swear, being unfairly attractive must be a requirement to get on this guest list.“This is going to be fun,” Liam murmurs, nudging my shoulder. His voice is low, teasing.We’re perched on barstools, waiting for our turn to sit on the floor.It was Liam who did it last time, so u
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The air between us is charged.Liam doesn’t move away. Neither do I.The lime wedge is still between his teeth, his lips curved into that infuriating, knowing smirk. Like he’s already won.I try to pretend that this didn’t just send heat rolling through my veins.But his thumb is still tracing slow, lazy circles on my waist. His breath is still warm against my lips.I’m not sure I can move even if I want to.“Still think it’s just a game, love?” Liam murmurs, voice low, teasing. Sinful.I force myself to roll my eyes, despite the way my pulse is hammering. “You’re ridiculous.”His smirk deepens, eyes glinting. “I think you’re more ridiculous. Seeing as you’re still standing here.”His fingers flex against my waist, a touch so small, so subtle, but I feel it everywhere.Before I can snap back, someone whistles loudly, snapping the moment in two.“Damn, Liam, you trying to take the whole ship down with you?” Tonia calls out, laughing. A few others join in, and just like that, the spell
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LIAMThe party roars on behind me — music thumping, glasses clinking, someone belting out an off-key rendition of some early 2000s pop hit.I don’t turn. I don’t care.The ocean stretches endlessly before me, dark and shifting, waves rolling in and out as if they have all the time in the world. As if they didn’t just witness Emilia press her tongue to Zane’s skin.My grip tightens around my glass.It was a game. Just a stupid drinking game.And yet my jaw is clenched, my pulse thrumming.I tell myself it’s nothing. A moment that will be forgotten by morning, buried under rounds of tequila and poor decisions.But the thought still lingers — if it was just a game, why did she look away so quickly afterward?I can still feel the heat of Emilia’s body beneath my hands. Remember every shiver a flick from my tongue pulled out of her.Then images of her hands on Zane’s chest, her tongue against his skin.The way he looked at me with that look of disbelief mixed with smugness.I could read hi
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EMILIAAnger rolls through me in thick, uncontrollable waves.Who the hell does he think he is? Judging me like he’s any better? Like I’m the one who’s screwed up here?I stalk down the deck, barely aware of where I’m going. The ocean breeze whips against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.All the words I should have said claw at my throat. I should have told him exactly what I thought of him. Of his arrogance. His entitlement. His complete inability to take anything seriously unless it benefits him.At least I got over my ex. At least I didn’t leave the girl saving my career alone for two weeks while my psychotic fans harassed her.My nails dig into my palms as I turn into a corner.I pass Johnson — the tech bro from karaoke — and force myself to smile, giving him a small wave. He grins back, but I don’t stop. I can’t.Because the moment I do, my mind goes right back to him.Liam.That stupid, infuriating, reckless man-child.Why do I let him get to me like th
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LIAMTHIRTY MINUTES AGOI have to force myself to stay put and not chase after her.Frustration knots in my chest, tightening like a fist around my ribs. It makes no sense.Why do I care this much?If Emilia wants to run back to Zane, that’s her choice. She doesn’t owe me anything.All she has to do is fix my image — turn me back into the media darling I used to be. That’s it. Simple.Hell, wouldn’t it be easier for her if she just left me in the dust and rode off into the sunset with her ex?Then why does the thought make me feel like I’ve just been checked into the boards. Hard.A million excuses race through my mind, but none of them make sense. None of them feel right.None of them are enough to make this up to Emilia.“Shit.” I run a hand through my hair, leaning against the railing. For a second, I consider throwing myself over just to escape this mess.The party is still going strong behind me, even though Becca and Zane disappeared over an hour ago. The music is loud, pounding
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TESSAMy head is pounding. Like, heartbeat-in-my-skull kind of pounding.Hours spent hunched over a computer will do that to you. When the first set of migraines hit, I grabbed some Tylenol, swallowed it dry, and threw on my reading glasses like a grandma with a grudge.Ana from Legal? Probably curled up in bed, dreaming of spa days and balanced schedules — AKA she’s my polar opposite and has a life to live, probably tucked in bed, asleep by 12:58 AM — so she has no time to respond to my emails.Meanwhile, I’m still here.Alone.Again.Whatever.I stretch and let out a yawn. My desk is a disaster—coffee cups, highlighters, Post-its with half-written thoughts and tomorrow’s to-do list.1. Make amends with Emilia.2. Contact her family’s lawyers.3. Get her family photos copyrighted.I seriously do not get paid enough, as a best friend and PR manager. Sometimes, it feels like I work ten different jobs at once with absolutely nothing to show for it. Well, except in the Emilia department,
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TESSAGod help me.Of course it’s Aaron freaking Cobalt. Because why not?There he is — gliding across the ice like it’s an extension of his body, all smooth lines and effortless control. He isn’t just good. He was stupidly, unfairly, annoyingly good.Left winger for the NYC Titans, but honestly? If Liam is the heart of the team, Aaron is the sharp edge. Fast, unpredictable, and lethal when it counts. The kind of player that makes defence lines cry and sports commentators lose their minds.Everyone loves to compare them — Liam, the golden boy center, all power and precision. Aaron, the chaos wrapped in charm, turning plays into magic like it was no big deal. Together, they make the Titans impossible to beat. Separately? Still a damn nightmare.And of course, he’s the last person I want to see right now.I spin on my heel, making a beeline for the exit, but my stupid heels betray me. The sharp CLACK, CLACK echoes louder than his skates slicing the ice, and I hear him stop. I can practi
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TESSAGod help me.Of course it’s Aaron freaking Cobalt. Because why not?There he is — gliding across the ice like it’s an extension of his body, all smooth lines and effortless control. He isn’t just good. He was stupidly, unfairly, annoyingly good.Left winger for the NYC Titans, but honestly? If Liam is the heart of the team, Aaron is the sharp edge. Fast, unpredictable, and lethal when it counts. The kind of player that makes defence lines cry and sports commentators lose their minds.Everyone loves to compare them — Liam, the golden boy center, all power and precision. Aaron, the chaos wrapped in charm, turning plays into magic like it was no big deal. Together, they make the Titans impossible to beat. Separately? Still a damn nightmare.And of course, he’s the last person I want to see right now.I spin on my heel, making a beeline for the exit, but my stupid heels betray me. The sharp CLACK, CLACK echoes louder than his skates slicing the ice, and I hear him stop. I can practi
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Masochist
TESSAMy head is pounding. Like, heartbeat-in-my-skull kind of pounding.Hours spent hunched over a computer will do that to you. When the first set of migraines hit, I grabbed some Tylenol, swallowed it dry, and threw on my reading glasses like a grandma with a grudge.Ana from Legal? Probably curled up in bed, dreaming of spa days and balanced schedules — AKA she’s my polar opposite and has a life to live, probably tucked in bed, asleep by 12:58 AM — so she has no time to respond to my emails.Meanwhile, I’m still here.Alone.Again.Whatever.I stretch and let out a yawn. My desk is a disaster—coffee cups, highlighters, Post-its with half-written thoughts and tomorrow’s to-do list.1. Make amends with Emilia.2. Contact her family’s lawyers.3. Get her family photos copyrighted.I seriously do not get paid enough, as a best friend and PR manager. Sometimes, it feels like I work ten different jobs at once with absolutely nothing to show for it. Well, except in the Emilia department,
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LIAMTHIRTY MINUTES AGOI have to force myself to stay put and not chase after her.Frustration knots in my chest, tightening like a fist around my ribs. It makes no sense.Why do I care this much?If Emilia wants to run back to Zane, that’s her choice. She doesn’t owe me anything.All she has to do is fix my image — turn me back into the media darling I used to be. That’s it. Simple.Hell, wouldn’t it be easier for her if she just left me in the dust and rode off into the sunset with her ex?Then why does the thought make me feel like I’ve just been checked into the boards. Hard.A million excuses race through my mind, but none of them make sense. None of them feel right.None of them are enough to make this up to Emilia.“Shit.” I run a hand through my hair, leaning against the railing. For a second, I consider throwing myself over just to escape this mess.The party is still going strong behind me, even though Becca and Zane disappeared over an hour ago. The music is loud, pounding
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player TW! - Psychopath
Trigger Warning: Sexual AssaultThis chapter includes a scene involving mild, non-explicit sexual assault. I’ve done my best to handle it with care, but the subject matter is still difficult. Please prioritise your well-being and read only if you feel safe doing so.EMILIAStone reaches out, fingertips grazing the air between us, but I jerk away before he can touch me.Something is wrong.I suddenly realise the bartender is gone. It’s just the two of us. The air feels thick, the silence pressing in.“What the fuck are you doing?!” My voice comes out sharper than I expect, slicing through the quiet between us. Outside, I can still hear the sounds of music and laughter, but it’s so loud I highly doubt anyone can hear a thing happening in here.I stumble off my stool, my legs wobbling beneath me. My head is fuzzy, but not enough to miss the way his smile lingers — like he expected this.Like he was waiting for this moment.Every single alarm bell in my head goes off and this time I don’t
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EMILIAAnger rolls through me in thick, uncontrollable waves.Who the hell does he think he is? Judging me like he’s any better? Like I’m the one who’s screwed up here?I stalk down the deck, barely aware of where I’m going. The ocean breeze whips against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.All the words I should have said claw at my throat. I should have told him exactly what I thought of him. Of his arrogance. His entitlement. His complete inability to take anything seriously unless it benefits him.At least I got over my ex. At least I didn’t leave the girl saving my career alone for two weeks while my psychotic fans harassed her.My nails dig into my palms as I turn into a corner.I pass Johnson — the tech bro from karaoke — and force myself to smile, giving him a small wave. He grins back, but I don’t stop. I can’t.Because the moment I do, my mind goes right back to him.Liam.That stupid, infuriating, reckless man-child.Why do I let him get to me like th
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LIAMThe party roars on behind me — music thumping, glasses clinking, someone belting out an off-key rendition of some early 2000s pop hit.I don’t turn. I don’t care.The ocean stretches endlessly before me, dark and shifting, waves rolling in and out as if they have all the time in the world. As if they didn’t just witness Emilia press her tongue to Zane’s skin.My grip tightens around my glass.It was a game. Just a stupid drinking game.And yet my jaw is clenched, my pulse thrumming.I tell myself it’s nothing. A moment that will be forgotten by morning, buried under rounds of tequila and poor decisions.But the thought still lingers — if it was just a game, why did she look away so quickly afterward?I can still feel the heat of Emilia’s body beneath my hands. Remember every shiver a flick from my tongue pulled out of her.Then images of her hands on Zane’s chest, her tongue against his skin.The way he looked at me with that look of disbelief mixed with smugness.I could read hi
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The air between us is charged.Liam doesn’t move away. Neither do I.The lime wedge is still between his teeth, his lips curved into that infuriating, knowing smirk. Like he’s already won.I try to pretend that this didn’t just send heat rolling through my veins.But his thumb is still tracing slow, lazy circles on my waist. His breath is still warm against my lips.I’m not sure I can move even if I want to.“Still think it’s just a game, love?” Liam murmurs, voice low, teasing. Sinful.I force myself to roll my eyes, despite the way my pulse is hammering. “You’re ridiculous.”His smirk deepens, eyes glinting. “I think you’re more ridiculous. Seeing as you’re still standing here.”His fingers flex against my waist, a touch so small, so subtle, but I feel it everywhere.Before I can snap back, someone whistles loudly, snapping the moment in two.“Damn, Liam, you trying to take the whole ship down with you?” Tonia calls out, laughing. A few others join in, and just like that, the spell
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Telltale Signs
The music pulses through the air, the energy in the room electric. Laughter and cheers surround us as guests take turns playing the body shots game.We ditched the pool for something a little more intimate. The bar barely fits thirty of us, but that only makes everything feel more dangerous. More thrilling.The game is simple: one person in a couple sits on the floor, we spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on can either do body shots with their partner—or pick someone else.For me, it’s risky as hell.But I’d rather pretend I’m into it than end up as tomorrow’s first victim in shots roulette.A round finishes. Two guys — ridiculously hot, obviously — pull apart, their lips glistening from salt and tequila. I swear, being unfairly attractive must be a requirement to get on this guest list.“This is going to be fun,” Liam murmurs, nudging my shoulder. His voice is low, teasing.We’re perched on barstools, waiting for our turn to sit on the floor.It was Liam who did it last time, so u
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player Body Shots
EMILIAI ignore Lacey, or at least I try to. But it’s very hard to act normal when I can still feel Liam’s hands on me like a phantom touch.I need a distraction. Fast.So I swim toward Lacey’s float, reaching for the edge to flip her over.“Don’t you dare,” she warns, lifting her sunglasses just enough to glare at me.I grin. “You’re right. I’d hate to interrupt your important sunbathing time—”Before I can finish, hands grab me from behind.And suddenly, I’m airborne.I shriek, flailing for all of one second before I hit the water with a massive splash.I resurface with a gasp, wiping water from my face as Liam stands there, arms crossed over his chest, looking so damn smug.“Payback,” he announces.“Oh, you’re dead.”He only grins, backing up. “Catch me if you can, love.”Oh, it’s on.I launch myself at him, but Liam’s fast — too fast. He dodges easily, swimming just out of reach every time I get close.It turns into a game.Me, chasing him. Liam, laughing every time he escapes. Th
