Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player

months since

I had nowhere to go until Tessa, my best friend, booked

her couch, crying in the b

ngly drunk one night in college and having what she called a crazy epiphany - Zane had opened

h potato, said I was wasting my tears on an

years of habits

waiting for a message that will never come. Waiting fo

does. Not even

start. I know because I memorised Zane's schedule months ago. Back

p up with hockey is Tessa.

's favourite team. He had always dreamed of being drafte

t, and I was the one he took it out on. It took everyt

of cookies from the oven. Just as I set them down,

top by every morning for cookies, and I alwa

irl, grins up at me, two front teeth missing. She h

ning, Angel. Mr Beckett. J

esterday. We're here to pick up some treats for

t least, that's how it felt. In reality, she

heavy and tired she was. All she wanted was a healthy, happy baby. The

't contain my excitement. I let

ll grab the doughnuts right away. I also made some cupc

e brother now! He's really red and not very pre

ckett scolds gently as I quickly pack up the cupcakes

g her arms. She turns to me for backup

agree with your dad. He might be a little red, but he's still your brother. And as his big s

ggerated huff. "That's

les. "Welcome to b

ke these remind me that not all relationships

elationships ever last. No matter

gering in the air like the scent of freshly baked cookies.

have a family to go back to. My parents haven't calle

. That this was just the price of my mistakes. And no

en failed

an Zane wanted to marry. Everything I touched fell

creen tells me it's Tess. The tight feeling

u?" she asks, her tone is so ske

he bakery. I even ma

in walks Tessa, holding up her phone with a triu

best friends since our

wed Zane to college in New York because

wasn't used to having someone that wasn't him to

d to hate that about her. But for s

r, forest green eyes, and long legs that make head

a mess of curls. She has curves in all the right places, while I've always been inse

o her, I'm

old Zane she was going to be a PR manager for a hockey clu

oves, while I'm still stuck wonderi

dreamed of owning an art gallery, b

I can't help but feel like he only bought it f

showers me with kisses, making me giggle. She'

t my back with a sigh. "You'l