Faking it with the Grumpy NHL Alpha

ra'

, the heavy glass doors swinging shut behind me with

d the occasional burst of laughter that felt like salt in my fresh wounds. My heels-Lucil

One wrong decision after another, and now I was staring down a thirty thousand dollar hole and possible jail time

polished wooden counter. "

brow but didn't comment, wh

beside me, her mischievous grin already in full display. She looked far too am

you were about to fight the entire Chicago Blackhawks roster. Should I start taking

e," I groaned, r

o a vodka-fueled hurricane. I'm all down for it." She flagged the bartender with a wink. "Make

ille's humour was her love language, and right now it was

ng swallow. The vodka scorched its way down my throat, mat

nclair's arrogant smirk. A

ute?" I muttered, staring into my glass like it hel

her drink with exaggerated flair. "Yeah, babe, that does sound like a missed op

ughter, louder and sharper, cutting through the lounge like a

he'd stepped straight out of a luxury ad. Classy and polishe

s hugging curves I could never compete with, and an aura of effort

I grabbed my glass, ignoring Lucille's "Flo,

hed wood echoed louder than I exp

othered, like I was nothing more than a minor inc

that rude, boss-bitch edge, like she was humorin

. "Sean's ex. You know-the one he publicly humiliated while parading you around like some shiny

chair, crossing her legs with deliberate grace. For a moment,

-a low, mocking sound t

etness. "You're the Flora." Her eyes scanned me once a

of the girl

Another

for a dork like this?" The

t my ribs, my palms trembling as

led in bed, really knows how to make a girl scream his name. Is

s bait

bera

was w

this was prime content. "What's up bitches, we're live at the lounge after the Bears game," she n

d at my side, "Oh, this bitch has balls

ce shaking with frustration and jealousy. "Including the car.

me. She waved a dismissive hand, her

n a pathetic sort of way." She paused, sipping her drink slowly. "I do love the car, though. Handles like a dream. But since Sea

was

ast s

ed forward, hand reaching out to grab a fistful of t

egan's friends shot up from her seat, chai

en us like she was daring me to try it. The ph

my arm and yanked me back hard

This bitch isn't

trying to lunge forward again, v

, Lucille! I

gging me back a full step. "Yes, you are. Walk away before security toss

dn't budge. We turned to leave, my feet stumbling slightly as the adr

Megan's voi

, authoritative snap, like she was done playing and rea

s, my heart pounding loude

e you as his girlfriend before the end of the Seven Days match. If you win, y