By admin Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player Novel CH 87
Not that I want him to. This is all just pen on paper.
For a moment, the alcohol fades enough for guilt to slip in.
The fight replays in my head, and my stomach twists.
Should I even have said any of that?
God. I was practically throwing gasoline on a fire. And what I said about Mar and Elijah…
Why did I even say that? I don’t even know what they think of him.
—
But the way he looked at me like he wasn’t surprised at all. Like he’s used to people thinking the worst of him.
And then he still apologised.
He looked… hurt.
And that does something weird to my chest, but I shake it off.
No. Whatever. He’s a complete jerk.
Even if… even if sometimes when he looks at me, it’s like the rest of the world falls away. Like I don’t have to be anything but myself
My chest warms up at the thought of him. Somehow he’s always right there when I need
him-
I scowl. What the hell, Emilia? It wasn’t that long ago when he completely ignored your existence. For two weeks straight.
Ugh. No. That was just the tequila talking.
Right?
Anyway. This is definitely a sober, tomorrow problem.
I press the rim of my next drink to my lips, Liam already kind of forgotten, but the room
actually giggle – because wow, okay, maybe I had a little too much.
tilts, and I giggle actually giggle
–
A hand wraps around my wrist before I can take another sip.
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I barely stop myself from flinching. That slight touch feels so.. wrong.
“Drowning your sorrows?”
That voice. I know that voice.
My brows furrow. My thoughts are slow, messy. Like my brain is wading through syrup.
Is it Liam?
No. Not possible. I think.
He wouldn’t be here.
And yet-
I blink up at him. He’s real. Standing right in front of me, watching me with that
unreadable look.
Then I blink again and he’s smiling. Once more and his blond hair is brown. The last time his smile is predatory.
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut for a second. When I open them, everything
looks normal again.
Too much tequila. That’s all.
I must have had more to drink than I thought.
My breath catches, but I quickly scowl, yanking my wrist from his hold. “What do you care?‘ I mumble, swaying slightly as I bring the glass to my lips again. “You’ve already made it clear I don’t mean anything to you.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while and I look back at him, but my vision’s a bit blurred.
“You know that’s not true,
I scoff, swirling the drink again. My limbs feel heavy, my head light. “Oh yeah? Because it sure sounded true when you basically called me desperate for my ex.”
A hand brushes my wrist,
The touch is rough and warning alarms go off in my head, but they’re sloppy at best.
I flinch. “Don’t touch me,” I snap. “You don’t get to act like you care, Liam. Not after-” My
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voice cracks, and I hate it. I hate him.
The hand pulls back.
“I never wanted to hurt you,” he drawls and I try not to think too deeply about how weird
all of this is.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Then why do you always do it?”
A beat of silence.
Then-
“Because you make it too easy, princess.”
My stomach drops.
My heart slams against my ribs.
For some reason, all the alcohol leaves my veins and I can finally think clearly.
That’s not Liam’s voice.
My breath stutters as I force my head up now that my vision isn’t so blurred anymore.
And sure enough, it’s not Liam.
It’s Stone.