Faking It With The Hockey Playboy

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between us wa

ke a chain. Cassandra watched with those cold eyes, her fake smile hiding the evil

I suppos

chool. Everyone would know about my stories. Everyone would know that I

would push him further away from me. I would lose any chance I ev

n impossi

tight with frustration. "I ask

brain was screaming at me to say something,

d?" Ryan demanded again. "Yes

thought this

licated and twisted and painful. I was trapped between Derek's

I stammered, my vo

running out. "You cannot answer a basic question? You c

we were her favorite television show. She was enjoyin

whispered. "Just

I am not letting you go until you tell me what is going on! Why

ough my heart. He had no idea how many secrets I was kee

ping secrets,"

o my face right now! I can see it in your eyes

s terrible at lying

ssandra suggested sweetly. "You are get

p!" Ryan snappe

in her eyes before she quickly covered it. She was not used to b

how more intense. "Tell me if you are really with him. Tell me if you actually have

ad no feelings for Derek. I wanted to tell him that the only person I had fe

I cou

started, t

n wa

ndra w

seemed to be wait

you want me to say,

the wron

grip on my wrist tightened painfully. Hi

o not know what to say? How about the truth, Lila

ying!" I

a statue, refusing to give me a straight answer! Why is this so har

ould not hold them back anymore. The press

yelling at me," I be

n answer!" he sh

. The confusion. The heartbreak. I just wanted to disappear

ER ME,

gh the stairwell, bouncing

the stairs, anoth

not have to

es fle

t us with those intense green eyes. His expression wa

e stairs toward us, each