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