Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

I almost laugh. She’s got nerve, I’ll give her that.

I take a step closer. Then another. Just to test her.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t blink – just tightens her grip like she means it.

I’m close enough to say something smug when-

SMACK!

Pain explodes across my shoulder. “Mmph- fuck!”

She lowers the mop slightly, but doesn’t back off. “Next one’s to the ribs.”

I rub the spot she hit, still smiling. “You always this violent, or am I just lucky?”

“No, you’re just dumb.”

I nod, impressed. “Dumb and kinda into it.”

That gets her. Her expression flickers – confused, then mildly horrified – but she doesn’t let go of the mop.

God, she’s fun.

“I see why my brother’s into you,” I say, running a hand through my hair, still catching my breath. There’s a rush under my skin now – something wild and burning and stupidly alive.

Seeing Rowland always drags me under. Makes me feel like I’m drowning in everything I’ll never be. And Liam… Liam just adds fuel to the fire I can’t put out all that quiet competence, all that ease.

But this girl?

This girl’s looking at me like I’m speaking in tongues and she’s still ready to rearrange my bones with a mop.

And for some reason, that makes it worse. Or better.

“Hit me again, beautiful,” I say, grinning now. “I might actually enjoy it.”

She stares at me like I’ve just crawled out of a sewer.

“Are you actually insane?” she asks, face twisted in the most gloriously offended expression I’ve ever seen. “You break in through a window, talk shit, ask to be assaulted, and now you’re flirting? I should’ve hit you harder.”

God, she’s incredible.

I press a palm to my chest. “Marry me.”

Her mouth drops open. “Oh my God-”

The door swings open just then, and in walks Liam.

Perfect timing.

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