Faking It With The Hockey Playboy
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ose stairs like he ow
d his words. Each step brought him closer to us, and
with anger. Cassandra stood beside him, her eyes darting between
?" Ryan demanded, his v
hed the bottom of the stairs. Then he walked straight pas
before I could even think, D
his other hand on the back of my head, pressing my face against his chest. I co
red into my hair, soft eno
was hugging me like I was something preciou
ff her," Ryan grow
Ryan over my shoulder. His arm stayed firm
lmly. "She is my girlfriend. I
redder. "She is not you
Derek repl
claiming me, marking his territory. And the worst part was that a small par
, trying to pull away
ng my hair with gentle fingers
his was supposed to be fake. This was suppo
nched into fists at his sides. "I said l
kept one arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side. Then he turned
r player before I took that title from you. What I care about is that you just dragged my girlfriend through the hallway like she was a piece of property. Wha
ed and closed, but
alone. You are going to stop interrogating her. You are going to stop grabbing her and yelling at her. Because if you touch
k was not joking. I could hear it in his voice. He
" Ryan said, but his v
" Derek rep
lacing her hand on Ryan's arm. "Baby,
off, his eyes never
me?" Ryan asked, his voice rising. "First my championship, then the sc
ng from you, Ryan. You lost all by yourself. And as for Lila, I did
like Derek ha
quietly, finding my voic
o me. They were too focused on each
hrough gritted teeth. "Mine. Not
nd firm. "She is my girlfriend. That gives me every
another step forward, and for a moment,
ave known her for years. I have lived with her for years. She is my fami
tightened a
ated slowly. "Is that suppo