Mag-log inI don't care who you are. Just watch where you're going next time," I snapped, turning on my heel and marching toward the exit.
Janice scrambled to follow right behind me. "Such an annoying dude," I muttered, my cheeks still burning from his intense gaze. "Annoying, but dangerously cute, girl," Janice responded, nudging my shoulder as we reached her car. She unlocked the doors, and we slid inside. "That's the problem with you,you get easily attracted to strange guys," I told her, clicking my seatbelt into place. "Ouch! But he is cute, babes. Admit it." "No, he's not!" I lied, turning my face toward the window to hide my expression. But deep down, I knew the truth. He was undeniably attractive. Those piercing eyes were incredibly sexy, but I was completely, utterly done with men. One had just shattered my heart into pieces; I wasn't about to let another near me. When we reached my house, Janice pulled up to the curb. "I'll pick you up in a bit so get ready for the game." "Okay, babes," I said, offering a weak smile before heading inside. The house was quiet, but I found my mom sitting in the living room. "Oh, hello, honey," she greeted, looking up from her book. "Hi, Mom," I responded, my voice carrying a heavy weight I couldn't quite mask. "Oh, sweetie..." She immediately stood up, her maternal instincts kicking in as she rushed over to me. "Have you been crying? What's wrong?" "Ashton and I broke up," I whispered. I expected her to be shocked, but instead, she wrapped her arms around me, gently stroking my hair. "It's okay, baby. To be completely honest, your father and I never liked him for you anyway. You deserve someone who treasures you." Hearing her say that brought a tiny bit of comfort to my aching chest. "I'll be fine, Mom." "Have you had anything to eat?" "Yes," I lied. I didn't have a single shred of an appetite, but I needed to get upstairs. "I'm going to go get ready for the game." I went up to my room, took a long, hot shower, and stepped out with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I was in the middle of curling my hair in front of the vanity mirror when my phone beeped on the counter. Be there in a few minutes, the text from Janice read. Panic surged through me, forcing me to move faster. I quickly did my makeup, stepped into the outfit we picked earler. When Janice honked outside, I waved goodbye to my mom and walked out. Janice’s jaw practically dropped when I climbed into the passenger seat. "You look so incredibly good, girl!" "You too, Janice," I told her, smiling despite the heavy knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. As we drove toward the arena, the reality of the situation began to set in. I was going to watch my ex-boyfriend play hockey on the exact night he brutally dumped me. Was I making a massive mistake? "I know exactly what you're thinking, but we are not turning around," Janice said sternly, keeping her eyes on the road. "I just feel so anxious, Janice. What if people stare?" "Well, you look beautiful, and that should boost your confidence. Trust me, the moment he sees you, he's going to regret letting you go." We finally pulled up to the stadium venue. The entire parking lot was filled with cars and moving crowds. The energy was electric, but it only made my heart race faster. "I really, really need to pee, Katherine," Janice gasped the moment we stepped out of the car. "Stay right here by the lot and don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!" "Yes, ma'am," I sighed, leaning against the side of the car as she wandered off toward the stadium restrooms. I pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly to distract myself, when a deep, smooth male voice sliced through the cool evening air. "Are you stalking me now?" I snapped my head up. My eyes widened as I met a startlingly familiar face. "Why would I do that? I don't even know you," I spat back defensively. "Yes... that fire in your eyes is exactly what amused me this afternoon," he murmured, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. My breath hitched. Without the dark sunglasses and the low-profile cap blocking his face, he looked entirely different. He was wearing a sharp, tailored casual suit that hugged his broad, frame flawlessly. It was the arrogant guy from the mall. "Oh. You," I stammered, trying to regain my footing. "You're the pervert from earlier! If anything, I think you're the one stalking me." Before he could respond to my jab, the click of high heels echoed behind us. I turned my head just in time to see a group of Bella’s popular friends walking past. "Well, if it isn't the boring kat that was dumped this morning," one of them sneered loudly. The rest of them broke into cruel, echoing giggles, throwing mocking glances my way as they headed toward the VIP entrance. My face burned with instant humiliation, and fresh tears threatened to spill over my tightly controlled makeup. I bit my inside cheek, trying to force them back. The stranger’s playful expression immediately vanished, replaced by a sharp, intense coldness as he watched the girls walk away. He turned back to me, his brow furrowed. "What was that about?" "Not that it's any of your business," I muttered, blinking rapidly to clear my vision, "but my boyfriend dumped me earlier today. I'm only here to watch him play because my best friend thinks it's better to stand tall than to hide away at home." The stranger stared at me for a long beat, his gaze softening into something deep and fiercely protective. "Well... that's a very courageous thing to do, Katherine." I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "How do you know my name?" "Your friend called you that when she was trying to hold you back from burning me ," he chuckled softly, the tension breaking. "So, who's the ex?" "Cole Saltzman," I replied, feeling completely confused. Why did this literal stranger care about cole? Just then, Janice came rushing back, panting. "So sorry, girl! Let's go" She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes nearly popping out of her head when she noticed who I was standing with. "Wait... isn't this the cute guy from the mall?" she whispered loudly into my ear. "I can hear you, you know," the stranger chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. I rolled my eyes, my cheeks flushing warm. Before I could say anything else, a middle-aged man in a sleek corporate suit rushed up to us, looking completely stressed. He leaned in and whispered something urgently into the stranger’s ear. The stranger listened, giving a firm, authoritative nod. "Got it. Tell them I'm coming up now." The businessman bowed his head slightly and hurried off toward the stadium. The stranger turned his gaze back to me, an unreadable, confident spark gleaming in his eyes. "I think the game is about to start. Let's head inside, Katherine." I didn't know why, but Janice and I automatically followed him. He didn't lead us to the standard ticket lines. Instead, the security guards at the private VIP entrance instantly snapped to attention the moment they saw him, parting the ropes and bowing their heads to let us through without asking for a single ticket. The moment we stepped through the tunnel and into the massive, packed arena, a deafening, thunderous roar erupted from the crowd of thousands. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” the stadium announcer’s voice boomed over the mega-speakers, echoing off the ice. “PLEASE WELCOME TONIGHT’S HONORARY GUEST SCOUT. STRAIGHT FROM THE NHL... ETHAN VANCE!” I blinked against the glare, turning to look at Janice. We exchanged absolute, paralyzed glances of pure shock. The thousands of screaming fans weren't cheering for the high school teams. They were cheering for the man standing right next to me."What did you just say?" I asked, my fingers nervously tracing the collar of my dress as a sudden wave of heat rushed up my neck."I asked if you wanted to be my real girlfriend," Ethan repeated, his dark eyes piercing directly into mine, refusing to let me look away."Come on, Ethan, that’s impossible," I told him, trying to ground myself in reality. "Is this because of the kisses? Because we can totally stop. Besides, it only happened in the heat of the moment. I mean, friends kiss all the time under pressure, but I really can't open my heart right now. It's still healing."The second the words left my mouth, Ethan burst into a deep, hearty laugh, throwing his head back and clutching his stomach."You seriously need to see your face right now," he managed to say through his laughter. "I was just playing with you, Kattie. I know you don't like me enough to actually date me."As much as a massive wave of relief washed over me, a tiny, girly part of my heart secretly wished he had mean
"Your girl?" Cole retorted, finally letting go of my wrist as he stepped back. A bitter, disbelieving laugh slipped from his lips. "What is really going on here, Vance? Are you seriously going to let her involve you in her games? Katherine loves me. She’s just using you to get over me." Ethan chuckled, but the sound was completely devoid of humor. It was dark, mocking, and dangerous. "Love? I think you’ve got it completely backward, mate," Ethan said, his voice dropping into a deadly, quiet register. "You're the one who is still pathetically hung up on my girl. Is that why you kept losing your balance on the rink? Listen to me carefully, Saltzman,don't you ever come close to her again. She's mine, and I don't like sharing what belongs to me. So you better stay the hell away, or else I’ll make you deeply regret ever stepping foot into this gala." Ethan stared him down, his dark eyes ablaze with a fierce, protective anger. Cole actually shook slightly under his gaze. Sensing
My heart took a violent,plunge into my stomach as the heavy knocks echoed from the front door. Janice gave me a dramatic, wide eyed look, silently mouthing, “He’s here.” I took one final, grounding breath, smoothing down the luxurious fabric of the dress before walking out of my room. As I made my way down the staircase, my parents and Janice trailed closely behind me, practically radiating nervous excitement. When my dad pulled the front door open, the breath completely left my lungs. Ethan Vance stood on our porch, looking so devastatingly handsome it should have been illegal. He was wearing a custom tailored black tuxedo that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, his dark hair expertly styled. For a fraction of a second, his composure completely faltered. His intense eyes locked onto me, sweeping down my length, and his jaw subtly tightened. He was completely breathless. But within a heartbeat, the smooth playboy persona slid right back into place, and he flashed a brilliant
I slowly untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the massive box. Resting inside was a breathtaking dinner dress, paired with a matching designer purse and a pair of elegant heels. Tucked into the folds of the fabric was another note. “It’s for a gala this evening, love. Please be my date. And before you even think about saying no, Cole will be there alongside your school’s hockey team. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss that. I’ll pick you up at seven. Ethan, your sweet boy.” I practically rolled my eyes at his parting words, but as I lifted the dress to examine it, my breath caught. It was exactly my style. More shocking, though, was the label,it was my exact dress size, and the shoes were a fit for my feet. How on earth did he find out? I picked up my phone and speed dialed Janice. It rang for a few seconds before she finally picked up, sounding completely breathless. "Hey, girl," she gasped into the line. I rolled my eyes, instantly knowing what she had been up to.
"Go ahead, I'm listening," I told him, crossing my arms over the table. "What are the rules?" "Well..." he started, pausing briefly as the waitress returned with our order. She laid the plates down with a bright smile, and Ethan caught her eye, flashing her a quick, effortless wink. The girl immediately giggled, her cheeks flushing crimson before she walked away. The second she was out of earshot, Janice executed a perfect, exaggerated mimic of the waitress's high pitched giggle. We all burst into light laughter, the tension in the room instantly melting away. Ethan cleared his throat, his expression transitioning into something far more serious. He leaned forward, bracing his forearms against the table as his intense gaze locked onto mine. "Back to business. Look, I’m really delighted that you decided to give me a chance," he said, his tone entirely sincere. "I didn't want to bind you to a strict legal contract. I believe that if you truly wanted to say no, you would have,even t
"Well, I'm just trying to pay back your kindness towards me," I told him, keeping my eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror, trying to steady myself."I'm flattered," Ethan’s smooth baritone hummed through the speaker. "So, what's your decision, love? Are you going to help me out or not?""I guess it's quite obvious from the first statement I made," I countered, crossing my arms."Feisty. I like it," he said, a loud, rich laugh vibrating down the line. "But I want to hear you say it.""Why should I say it?" I asked, a sudden wave of heat rushing to my cheeks. Why was a silly phone call making me feel so suddenly shy?"Come on," he chuckled, his tone teasing but laced with that effortless authority he always carried.I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'll be your fake girlfriend.""Yes! I knew you were going to accept my proposal. Actually, I was just sitting here waiting for your call," he said smoothly. "Besides, I knew you'd want to pay me back for my kindness."Before I cou
My legs shook as we climbed the private stairs into the executive box, taking our seats. Ethan sat right in the middle, with Janice to his left and me to his right.How did I not know who he was?I was completely speechless as the game started. The players from both schools skated onto the ice, a
I had spent extra hours glamming up today. It was my two-year anniversary with my boyfriend, Ashton. I clutched my bag, my heart doing little flips at the thought of kissing him on the lips.I spun my locker humming joyfully as I turned the lock.A picture fell out of my locker. I picked it up,
The weekend had flown by in a blur, and a whole new week was already staring me in the face. Standing in front of the mirror, I quickly adjusted the collar of my school uniform. My thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan. A heavy wave of guilt settled deep in my chest. Sure, he had helped me get the
I rushed downstairs without even glancing in a mirror, my heart hammering against my ribs. When I reached the living room, my jaw nearly hit the floor. There was Ethan Vance, looking effortlessly flawless in a casual designer shirt, completely engrossed in a conversation with my dad."Oh, here







