Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

TESSA

It’s another bad day and it’s only 9 AM.

The office coffee machine decided to die on me stomping down the block in heels I already regret, searching for caffeine before I commit a workplace homicide. There’s nothing noble about survival; it’s just espresso with extra shots and maybe a croissant I’ll tell myself I deserve.

Of course, the café closest to the office has a line that wraps around like half of New York also woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I join it anyway, muttering curses under my breath and trying not to look like the unhinged intern who can’t function without her fix.

When I finally shuffle to the counter, the barista flashes me a smile far too chipper for someone surrounded by this much suffering. “What can I get started for you?”

“Large latte. Three shots. Make it life–or–death urgent,” I deadpan.

“Rough morning?” he asks, fingers flying over the register.

“Understatement of the century,” I reply, and he laughs like I’m joking.

I’m not.

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By the time my drink is in hand, my phone buzzes — a text from Aaron. Just two words: You alive?

I stare at it, half–annoyed, half–warmed. He never texts first. He barely texts at all. But the fact he’s doing it now makes me want to smile into my cup like an idiot. Instead, I type back: Barely. I’ll only know for sure after my coffee.

Three dots appear. Disappear. Reappear. Finally: Want me to pick you up after work?

I almost baptize my blouse in boiling latte.

What was I saying about a bad morning? Scratch that. Between the perfectly foamed coffee in my hand and Aaron of all people offering plans, my day has swerved into miracle territory. No overtime, no endless emails — just an actual evening to look forward to.

Grinning into my cup, I type back: Depends on what we’re doing.

His reply comes faster this time: Kenzie’s got a ballet recital. After we show up, we can grab dinner.

I can’t help it – I smile. And?

Aaron doesn’t miss a beat: And anything you want.

Well. I’ve never been one to say no to a good time. Once we confirm the details, I’m practically floating on air, gliding back into the office like caffeine and affection are interchangeable drugs.

And then I see him. That face I swore I’d never have to deal with again. My stomach drops, my bubble bursts, and just like that, the universe snatches back my good day.

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