Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 87

Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player

Chapter 87

Not that I want him to. This is all just pen on paper.

For a moment, the alcohol fades enough for guilt to slip in.

The fight replays in my head, and my stomach twists.

Should I even have said any of that?

God. I was practically throwing gasoline on a fire. And what I said about Mar and Elijah…

Why did I even say that? I don’t even know what they think of him.

—

But the way he looked at me like he wasn’t surprised at all. Like he’s used to people thinking the worst of him.

And then he still apologised.

He looked… hurt.

And that does something weird to my chest, but I shake it off.

No. Whatever. He’s a complete jerk.

Even if… even if sometimes when he looks at me, it’s like the rest of the world falls away. Like I don’t have to be anything but myself

My chest warms up at the thought of him. Somehow he’s always right there when I need

him-

I scowl. What the hell, Emilia? It wasn’t that long ago when he completely ignored your existence. For two weeks straight.

Ugh. No. That was just the tequila talking.

Right?

Anyway. This is definitely a sober, tomorrow problem.

I press the rim of my next drink to my lips, Liam already kind of forgotten, but the room

actually giggle – because wow, okay, maybe I had a little too much.

tilts, and I giggle actually giggle

–

A hand wraps around my wrist before I can take another sip.

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I barely stop myself from flinching. That slight touch feels so.. wrong.

“Drowning your sorrows?”

That voice. I know that voice.

My brows furrow. My thoughts are slow, messy. Like my brain is wading through syrup.

Is it Liam?

No. Not possible. I think.

He wouldn’t be here.

And yet-

I blink up at him. He’s real. Standing right in front of me, watching me with that

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Then why do you always do it?”

A beat of silence.

Then-

“Because you make it too easy, princess.”

My stomach drops.

My heart slams against my ribs.

For some reason, all the alcohol leaves my veins and I can finally think clearly.

That’s not Liam’s voice.

My breath stutters as I force my head up now that my vision isn’t so blurred anymore.

And sure enough, it’s not Liam.

It’s Stone.

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