All Chapters of THE CONTRACTUAL GIRLFRIEND: FAKE DATING MY EX FAVORITE PLAYE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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TWENTY ONE : A Roblox and an apology.

Maren's pov I realized at an early age, I do not have a mom or dad. A real one. Foster homes are not easy, to live or to be happy. I was never happy.I never had luck in a good foster home despite changing foster homes about ten times before turning eighteen.Those years are not the best times of my life, No friends or a good relationship with foster parents, when Dante asked about where I am from, I felt like my whole world stopped.That question always comes with bad memories that I don't want to remember.I fondled the hem of Gideon’s jersey, it was large, big and smelled like him. He had brought it to me this morning before going to warm up with his teammates.I sat in the coordinate section provided by the host team, the games had not yet, the speculators were just arriving.I have only been to a hockey game once with Dylan, when I used all my savings to get tickets to the Icehawks game for Dylan's birthday. God l was stupid, too stupid.Even though I don't understand the game, I

TWENTY TWO: Golden eyes and a lucky bastard

Gideon's POV:I tapped my foot against the floor as I leaned against the wall outside of Maren's hotel room, waiting for her to come out so we could head to the club. We had just come back from the beach about two hours ago.I took a couple of pictures of her at the beach. She looked so beautiful in the pictures; she was calm and had a bright smile on her face, gentle and soft. The door opened and she stepped out. She had changed her clothes from earlier to a short burgundy gown, and she even had her makeup done.Her hair was down. I don’t know which one suits her better, her hair down or up. She looks beautiful both ways.“I am ready,” I heard her say, which cut me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat; I must have been staring like a creep.“Yeah… yeah, let’s go,” I tried not to sound weird.She gave me a smile, the one that doesn’t look strained, and I smiled. Then she burst into laughter.“What?” I frowned. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “What is funny?”“Your hair—” she wheez

Twenty-three: A Hangover and Trust.

Maren’s POV:My head throbs with a dull, rhythmic ache, like someone had drummed on my head throughout the night. The feeling was familiar. I sat up and opened my eyes a little bit. Thankfully, the curtains were closed and the lights were dimmed. Hangovers and lights don’t work together.I slapped a hand to my throbbing head and scanned the room. It was an unfamiliar room. Wait. I am not in my hotel room! Did I sleep with someone?I glanced down at my clothing and I was still wearing the gown which I wore to the party.I heaved a breath of relief as my clothing was intact. The door opened and Gideon stepped in.“You are awake,” he smiled, moving further into the room. “Good morning.”“I don’t think I am having one,” I replied. My throat feels scratchy and my mouth dry and sour. How much did I drink last night?Gideon chuckled. It was smooth and low. He turned towards another direction.“What is funny?” I asked. Did I look cratered right now? Oh my God, a hangover face is the worst. I

Twenty four : A bad game and a friends gathering.

.Gideon's pov The crowd cheered as we made our way into the rink. It was a home game today just three days after the first game of the season.“And we have our star goaltender…Number 3… Gideon Patton” one of the commentators announced, our Fans erupt into another loud cheer. Many of them stood up, pushing up some cardboards.I smiled and waved, I scanned the lower bowl seat. Where I reserved for Maren, we haven't seen each other since we both left California. She was there, then I saw her making her way to her seat with Rylee.She saw me looking at her and waved and I did the same thing. I was about to skate towards the rink glass to say hi when Jaxon pulled me back. “It is time for the national anthem, lover boy.” He said, I glared at him before joining the forming queue, my eyes wandered off again and landed on Maren.She looked better than the last time I saw her. I remember her going pale after reading something on her phone, she withdrew from her lively self. At first I though

TWENTY FIVE : A bet and four bowls of Chow mein noodles

Maren pov “And I am done” Jaxon slammed his chopsticks on the table, he just finished another bowl of chow mein noodles. He and Rylee decided to bet on who could finish two bowls of chow mein noodles faster. It was funny to watch but I enjoyed their batters. Gideon has been silent since we have been here. He picked at his food, he was awfully quiet. He looked angry. I wanted to say something but when he is in this mood for me I would rather not say anything. Was it his game ? He didn't seem that bothered about it earlier. Or wasn't it because Rylee joined us? No he can't be angry about that Rylee was supposed to go on a date tonight but it got cancelled, that was why I asked her to join us and she agreed, I wouldn't want to let her be on her own. “ Miss Hugo, you are officially owing me a hundred dollars,” Jaxon said, his voice breaking me from my train of thought. Rylee shot him a look, fuming and brought a hundred dollar bill from her purse. “Wow, how much cash do you carr

TWENTY SIX: Skates and Slow dancing

GIDEON’S POV“Affogato and cookies,” the barista called out my order.I went to the counter, scrolling through Instagram, reading all the blogs and comments about Maren's relationship. I was worried about her. Her page was filled with a lot of bad comments. After paying, I walked out of the coffee shop.I walked into the meeting area of the headquarters. Maren, Rylee, and Eamon were already waiting.Rylee was pacing around the room, Maren's hands clasped together. “Good morning,” I greeted and walked towards Maren. She smiled and returned my greeting.I placed the paper bag in front of her. Her eyes lit up.“Thank you,” she murmured.“You were late,” Rylee said sternly.“Traffic,” I replied and sat next to Maren, who had already opened the paper bag.“You should keep up with time, Patton,” Mr. Eamon scoffed.“We have a little problem,” Rylee started, and it didn't look like a little problem to her. She was nervous. She had been pacing around when I arrived. “And I have a perfect solut

Twenty seven- Pictures and roast chicken with vegetables.

Maren's povI could still feel Gideon's warm hands on my waist, his warm breath on my face and how he stabled me when I tripped as we ran to the other side of the rink.I laughed when he cut past me even though he let me start to race after I made it halfway to the rink.He cheered loudly when he reached there before me. “You are too fast” I heaved a breath out my hands on my knees. He chuckled, skating towards me and assisted me to the bleachers.“What about we eat dinner at my place? We can take pictures—videos to distract my fans. What do you say?” Gideon suggested, he hesitated with his words.“That will be great” I agreed, I don't really want to go home now and hole up in my bed. I could barely stay online on social media without seeing any hate comment or anything that won't talk about me and Gideon.Tomorrow I am submitting pictures of my old paintings in the biggest gallery in Seattle. My stomach churned.I don't even know if I am excited about the invitation from the Galler

Twenty Eight: An important meeting or an Important visit

Gideon’s POVIt has been days since I saw Maren, after we had dinner at my house. She was quiet and oddly withdrawn when I asked her about why she chose to work at a gallery.Those questions seemed to have pricked her in the wrong place. I glanced at my watch as I walked into the meeting room.Today, I am meeting an executive from the Glacier Bank to talk about their sponsorship, and I can't keep my mind off Maren.We haven't talked much since the dinner, just a text here and there. She only thanked me for the coffee and cookies I brought for her.I wanted to give her space. I don't know if that's what I need to do… I shouldn't have asked the question.I sighed. Maybe I should text her. I clicked on her contact and started typing, asking how she is doing, then I deleted the typed message.I scrolled through our messages. I stopped at a picture that I took of her that night. We had exchanged pictures that we both took that day. I even posted some of these pictures on my Instagram.Som

Twenty nine : The artist and her arts.

Maren's pov.My heart dropped when I saw Gideon looking at my paintings. I held tightly onto the glass cup in my hands, I have always been insecure of my painting and my insecurities might have heightened after I got rejected by the Gallery.Where do you find these amazing paintings? Who is the artist? Are you collecting or…?” He asked as he checked one of the painting “You shouldn't have seen that.” I let out, but the fact he seemed to like the painting warmed my heart.“Oh.” he placed down the painting, “I am sorry I shouldn't have gone through your things.” He apologized.His eyes landed on my painting tools which were at the corner of the living area then he turned to me.“No…no it is not about you—It just I am not really good at painting and—” I explained before stopping halfway.Dylan's words ring in my ear.“You should stop wasting your time, you are not that good at painting.” I could hear his voice loud in my ears, my eyes shut close.“So you are the artist?” Gideon asked, h

Thirty : Ice cream and Flora

Gideon's pov :“I painted this one in my first year of university” Maren pointed to a painting that is right in front of me. I had asked her to tell the story behind her paintings and she didn't even hesitate. She was happy to talk about it and I am ready to listen.“The opened door signifies me entering another chapter, as you can see there is light casting from inside the door, that signifies a brighter future” she said and then she laughed. It was humourless.I turned to look at her, she was crying. “Maren, are you okay?” I asked, but she didn't reply. She just kept crying so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to myself. “It is okay,” I said.She cried for a while before pulling away. I didn't realise my shirt was wet until she said something about it.“I ruined your shirt, I am so sorry”she apologized.“It is okay” I smiled, I wasn't mad. She smeared my shirt with tears. Instead I was happy that I was able to hold her.Shit.I cleared my throat and straightened my back,

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