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⚠️🌶️WARNING!: Rule #1: Don’t fall for your fake boyfriend. Rule #2: Especially when he’s sworn to destroy you.🌶️⚠️ I ruined Zane Ashford’s career with four seconds of footage and a source I trusted too fast. I’m his redemption arc, his PR save, his fake girlfriend for a reality show that could restore everything I took from him. The deal was six weeks of convincing performances. No feelings. No complications. That was the plan. But the reality? His hands on my throat while he kisses me breathless. His body pinning mine against walls when no one’s looking. His whispered confessions in the dark that sound nothing like hate. “It’s all part of the act.”Then why are you shaking?”“So are you.” We were supposed to be acting. But somewhere between the fake kisses and the real one, between the person he pretends to be and the one I keep finding in the dark—I stopped remembering which one is the lie. He still hadn’t forgiven me. And I’m not still sure I deserve it. But hatred never tasted this good.
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Fake dating my hockey enemy WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING II?
His mouth swallowed me again, deeper this time, his nose pressing into the trimmed hair at the base while his throat worked around the head. One of his hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently, and the other pressed flat against my lower belly to keep me from thrusting up. He set a rhythm that was pure torture. Each downstroke ended with his lips at my roots and his throat fluttering. Each upstroke finished with his tongue flicking rapidly across my slit. The pressure built at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling—breath coming in ragged gasps. ”Henry, I’m gonna—“ He pulled off immediately. A groan escaped me, my cock throbbed in the air, slick with his spit—so close to release that my balls ached. “Not yet.” His voice was wrecked—lips swollen and red. “Did you bring it?” It took my brain a moment to process words. “What?” ”The stuff, Rook.” He sat up slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “The lube and condoms. Tell me you actually brought them.” ”Oh y
Last Updated : 2026-05-20Fake dating my hockey enemy WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING?
ROOK’S POV ”My place, in twenty minutes.” I stared at the text, thumb hovering over the screen, across the locker room. Henry shoved his phone into his bag without looking up. His shoulders were tense—the way they always got after practice when he knew what was coming next. We’d been doing this for less than a week now. Four days since the party—since pretending this was just about getting Zane out of my system. Except I wasn’t sure if it was working. “Yo, Rook!” JJ’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you coming to Mario’s? I heard their new honey chicken tenders are sickkk!” I locked my phone, shoving it into my pocket. “Er-I can’t man. I’ve got that Econ paper due tomorrow.” JJ groaned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Man, you’ve been buried in homework all week. You need to live a little.” If only he knew. Henry was already halfway out the door, not waiting for me. We never left together. That was the number one rule. ”Yeah, maybe next time.” I grabbed
Last Updated : 2026-05-20Fake dating my hockey enemy TRUST ME, CALLAHAN
REEVE’S POV‘That’s my girl’The words hung in the air between us—he had said it yesterday to Nick and now they’d fallen off his lips again. And it felt too real for something that was supposed to be fake. I froze, phone pressed against my ear, Priya’s voice a distant buzz I couldn’t process. My eyes locked with his.And I watched him realize what he’d said. His jaw tightened, eyes widening for half a second before he tore his gaze away. He cleared his throat—once then twice before turning toward the counter like it suddenly needed his attention. My chest felt tight, heart hammering so loud I was so sure he could hear it. Why did I even ask for his opinion? He was the one who’d said personal lives weren’t part of the arrangement.What did I expect him to say?But his words had soothed something in me. Making me see beyond the paranoia of Nadia being on camera, of Priya exploiting her. He’d made me see the good side—that I’d get to see my sister. That Nadia would see me doing well.
Last Updated : 2026-05-19Fake dating my hockey enemy THAT’S MY GIRL II
She didn’t answer, just stared at her screen like it had grown a second screen. I crossed to her in three steps, leaning over her shoulder to see. BANK NOTIFICATION: DEPOSIT $50,000.00. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the phone. ”Fifty thousand dollars.” She breathed, almost laughing. Her voice cracked on the last word. “That’s—that’s real money.” I watched her face shift—shock slowly melting into something lighter. She looked up at me, her eyes bright like I should know why she was happy. “I can help my sister. I can—I can really help.” She stopped, swallowing hard. “I can actually do something.” My chest tightened. Because this wasn’t about the show. It wasn’t about cameras or ratings. This was real—her sister was real and whoever that hit her yesterday was real. It was her world that I wasn’t a part of because I made sure of that. “I’ll get paid too.” I said instead. She blinked, turning to me. “Really?” ”Yeah.” I chuckled. “Priya told me this mo
Last Updated : 2026-05-19Fake dating my hockey enemy THE ULTIMATUM
(The next morning) “Do you understand how serious what you’ve done is, Ms. Callahan?” I sat frozen in the leather chair, fingernails digging into the strap of my bag. Athletic Director Howard Park stared at me from across his massive desk. My throat went dry. “Yes, sir.” “I don’t think you d
Fake dating my hockey enemy THE VIRAL MISTAKE
REEVE’S POV A hand clamped around my wrist and pulled it hard. My bag hit the floor before I could stop it—the laptop inside making a sickening crack against the tiles. Some students around us paused mid-conversation, eyes widened and their phones already coming up. I knew who it was before
Fake dating my hockey enemy WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK TO ME ?
REEVE’S POV ”Zane!” I texted him three times before I came here. The first one was an apology I'd rewritten until the words lost meaning, the second was just “sorry” and the last was so stupid. One question mark. He didn’t respond to any of them. So here I was, standing at the boards of an
Fake dating my hockey enemy YOU ARE NOTHING II
I stayed perfectly still, not fighting back. I’d learned years ago that fighting back only made things worse—crying made it last longer so the only thing was to let it happen. ”This show.” His thumb pressed harder against my cheekbone. “You’ll do it. You’ll make the university look good again. You’
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