My "Broke" Fake Boyfriend Is A Secret Hockey God

Author: Escritor apalacio

Chapter 1

Word Count: 771 | Released on: Today at 19:16

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tly as I pushed the hal

break my heart; it shattered my entir

the hands that had held mine just days ago-were gripping Kennedy's hips with a desperate, hungry possession. Kennedy's head was thrown back against the pillows, her f

The two people I trusted most in t

thetic gasp esc

violently shoving Mason off her and fumbl

dded passion on his face instantly curdled i

an I had loved for two years, the man I thought I would marry. Then I loo

nausea churned in my gu

on me. I turned on my heel without a wo

robotic. My tear-filled eyes landed on the pristi

itchen, tossing out a burnt first batch and meticulously tempering dark chocolate for th

meetings. Captain's duties, he had texted, brushing off my disappointment. But I had foolis

a frantic rhythm of anticipation. I had slipped inside, quiet as a

an unfamiliar perfume-a rich, intoxicating blend of

denim jacket tossed ca

it, telling myself she ju

moans. The low, gravelly murmurs. T

rflowing with love, only to be suffo

er, w

h panic, snapped me back

ed hastily around his waist, his chest still heavin

hroat, scraping my vocal cords. "What is it, then? Were y

round her trembling frame. Tears streamed down her face, a pathetic picture of fake innocence. "Har

taste of blood in my mouth. My sorrow instantly hardened into blinding, white

in. Six hours of love, patience,

box, lifted the heavy, perfectly baked past

s stunned features, splattering onto his bare chest and the h

id, my voice as cold and dead

re d

enched the front door op

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My "Broke" Fake Boyfriend Is A Secret Hockey God

Escritor apalacio Romance

“I spent the entire afternoon baking a chocolate lava cake to surprise my boyfriend of two years for his birthday. But when I quietly unlocked his apartment door, I found him tangled in the sheets with my inseparable best friend. They didn't even scramble apart. Mason just glared at me with pure annoyance, treating me like an unwelcome intruder who had ruined their intimate moment. Kennedy shamelessly hid behind his back, wearing his shirt and whimpering that it "just happened." I smashed the birthday cake directly into his cheating face, threw my apartment key at his feet, and ran out into the freezing night. Right then, my mom called, cheerfully urging me to hurry up with our wedding plans. Her words were like salt poured into my shattered heart. I had wasted two years of my life on two dogs. Crying behind the wheel, I nearly ran over a tall, arrogant stranger walking on the highway in the pouring rain. He was freezing and penniless, so I impulsively brought him back to my apartment for the night. The next morning, a frantic pounding echoed through my front door. "Harper! Open up! Mom's here to see you!" My mom had made a surprise visit, and she thought I was still happily engaged to Mason. Desperate, I grabbed the handsome stranger's arm. "Please, pretend you're my boyfriend!" The penniless man looked at my panicked face and smirked. "Fine. But you owe me."”