Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

TESSA

God help me.

Of course it’s Aaron freaking Cobalt. Because why not?

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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

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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 practically feel his eyes burning into the back of my head.

“Tessa?”

Crap.

So much for a clean getaway.

I pause, inhale slowly, and turn around. I don’t run – I never do. Even if I do kind of want

the ground to swallow me whole right now.

Instead, I paste on the fakest, brightest smile I can manage and look him right in those stupidly gorgeous eyes.

“What?”

For some reason, Aaron starts skating over to me. He hops off the ice and casually swaps out his skates for a pair of flip–flops. Bright blue. With pineapples.

I stare. “Seriously?”

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He glances down at his ridiculous flip–flops, then back up at me like I’m the weird one. Typical. “You finally done?”

His voice drips with that usual Aaron–level arrogance canal than talking to me.

But I already know the answer. Cam definitely knew Lyle was going to ditch me. Hell, he probably saw it coming before I did.

“Wait… is that why you’re still here?” I eye him skeptically. “You were waiting? Why didn’t

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you come find me? I’ve been in my office since, like, nine in the morning.”

He pauses, eyes flicking toward mine like he’s debating what to say. Then, of course, he does the most Aaron thing possible.

Ignores it completely.

“You forgetting anything?” he asks, already heading for the door.

I huff, clutching my heels in one hand. “No.”

“Good.” He pulls the door open and glances back, just once. The look in his eyes is oddly intense, for a moment I think he has something to say, but he clenches his jaw and walks out

the door.

God, I hate him.

I follow.

We finally make it to the parking lot. I’m walking behind Aaron, more like trailing after him, and trying not to stare.

But I do.