MasukKILLIAN."Fuck. This isn't working," I groan, hips jerking back as I try to pull my cock free from her mouth.The girl whimpers in protest and pushes forward instead, swallowing me even deeper until her nose presses flush against my pelvis. She's putting in real work, using her tongue, her hand, everything she has but I feel... nothing.My dick is only half-hard, uninterested no matter how eagerly she works me.Come on, you bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you?I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force myself to focus, but my mind betrays me completely. Instead of the girl on her knees, I see Ophelia.On her knees in front of me. Those wide, innocent eyes gazing up at me through thick lashes, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her soft, plump lips — the same sweet fucking lips I kissed that first night — stretched wide around my length.Saliva dripping messily down her chin as she struggles to take me deeper, soft little moans vibrating around my length and shooting straight
KILLIAN."I'm disappointed in you, Knights." Coach says it in a calm tone, and I don't respond.I stay where I am, hands buried inside the pockets of my hoodie, eyes fixed on the framed championship banners hanging behind his desk instead of looking at him directly. I already know what his face looks like right now and I'd rather not see it."First, you hit Connor in the locker room." He pauses, disappointment evident in his voice. "And then, as if that wasn't enough, you nearly beat a brand new player unconscious on my rink in front of the entire team.""Connor provoked me, and that fucking newbie shoved me on purpose." The words leave through clenched teeth as my fists tighten inside my pockets.Coach stares at me without responding."I respect the hell out of you, Coach, but if you summoned me in here to apologize to those two shits, then I'm telling you right now, it's not happening." I let him hear how dead serious I am, before continuing."They deserved it, and they should be fu
OPHELIA. "What are these for?" I ask, staring at the stack of papers in front of me. I can't even hide the surprise in my voice. Actually, surprise isn't the right word, shock is. I think this would be a simple agreement between us, not this. "I assume you're neither blind nor incapable of reading," Killian says in that cold, nonchalant tone of his, making me flinch. "It's a contract outlining the terms of our arrangement," he continues, his expression unreadable. "Read it carefully before you sign anything." I nod and pick up the papers. As I do, my eyes briefly land on his bruised knuckles that have dried blood on them. He must have gotten into a fight. That's probably explained the foul mood. Quickly looking away, I focus on reading the contract. The entire time, I can feel his eyes on me, and my fingers tighten around the papers as I force myself to keep reading. The rules are... surprisingly reasonable. I must never reveal that our relationship is fake to anyone. I mus
KILLIAN.Is he high? Suffering from some kind of head injury?Those are probably the exact questions running through Sweet Lips’ head right now. Can’t even blame her. I’m asking myself the same damn thing.What the hell am I doing?I should’ve pushed her away the second her lips touched mine last night. Should’ve told her to get lost after she used me to fuck with her ex. Instead, I kissed her back like a man starved.I should probably be pissed that a twenty-second video has somehow turned me into the hottest topic on every gossip page, entertainment site, social media platform, and group chat in the country this morning.Instead, I'm offering the girl a fake relationship.It's been almost a full minute since I proposed the idea and she still hasn't moved, blinked, or said a single word.I snap my fingers in front of her face, narrowing my eyes at her, but she still doesn't react, and that actually gets me worried."Blink if you're still here."She blinks, then her face scrunches up
OPHELIA."Ophelia! The internet is on fire!"I hear my mother's voice before I even walk into the living room and when I do walk in and see the wide bright smile stretched across her face, I freeze.It's been so long since she smiled at me that I almost forget what it looks like, and the sight warms me but worries me at the same time."W-What happened, Mamma?" The word slips out before I can stop myself, and normally she'd tell me not to call her that, but instead, she rushes over to me and practically shoves her phone into my face."Look!"My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I stare at the screen.It's the video of me kissing Killian.The post has millions of views, thousands of comments flood the screen, the likes keep increasing every second, and people are reposting it everywhere.Oh no.How do I explain this to mamma without completely destroying the happiness on her face right now?"It's probably AI." I turn to find my twin sister sitting at the dining table, and unlike m
OPHELIA."Wait... isn't that Killian Knight?""What the hell? Since when does Killian have a girlfriend?""That's impossible. He doesn't date.""No, seriously. Somebody tell me I'm hallucinating because Killian Knight doesn't do relationships."Hearing the comments around me instantly makes my chest tighten. It sounds like I didn't just kiss some random stranger. I think I just kissed someone incredibly popular.The crowd suddenly becomes louder, people whispering to each other while staring at us and I can practically feel their eyes burning holes into my skin.From the look on Jordan's face and his girlfriend's, they clearly know exactly who this guy is too, but Jordan, however, looks worse.His face has gone completely pale, like he has just seen a ghost standing right in front of him.The sight should probably make me happy after everything he just said to me, but instead it makes my heart beat faster. If Jordan is reacting like that, then who exactly did I just throw myself at?







