All Chapters of Fake Dating The Hockey Star: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​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, a small smile forming on my face, thinking it was a surprise anniversary note from Ashton.​Instead, I received the absolute shock of my life.​It was Ashton, his hands wrapped around the waist of Bella Williams, the school's reigning queen bee, as he kissed her passionately against his car.​Hot, blinding tears instantly rushed to my eyes. Who put this here? On our anniversary?​"What's that? Give it here," Janice said, noticing my sudden silence. She snatched the picture from my hand. The moment her eyes landed on it, her mouth dropped open. "How dare he... How dare he do this to you?!"​"I... I don't know..." I choked out.​The dam broke, and I burst into heavy tears. Janice immediately w

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, and then I saw him, Cole. My heart sank into my stomach the moment my eyes landed on my ex.​But then, Cole looked up to the VIP box where we sat.​In a fraction of a second, his arrogant expression completely shattered. The confident smile faded from his lips, his ankles shook, and he slipped violently onto the hard ice.​The entire crowd gasped.​"That's Saltzman?" Ethan asked, not even looking up from his tablet.​"Yes," Janice and I answered in perfect unison.​Ethan looked down at the rink, a slow, devastating smirk spreading across his handsome face as he relaxed back in his leather chair. "Well. He's quite clumsy."​For some insane reason, a rush of pure satisfaction washed over me. I

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 ultimate revenge on Cole, but what he wanted in return was just too high a price to pay. I knew playing his girlfriend would secure his career defining Nike deal, but my own heart was at stake. I was already bruised; I couldn’t afford to be shattered.​ Before my thoughts could go any deeper, my phone vibrated sharply against the table.​“I’m outside, girl,” the text from Janice read.​I grabbed my school bag and hurried out the door.​"Hey, girl," Janice greeted me with a warm smile as I slid into the passenger seat.​"Hi, Janice," I murmured, leaning my head back against the headrest.​ She pulled out of the driveway and merged into the morning traffic, casting a worried side glance at me

"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

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