Faking It With The Hockey Playboy

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ntil my throat burned, my voi

't just any game. This was THE game. The one that would decide his entire future. Colle

an was

ld metal railing so hard my knuckles turned w

hed him eat breakfast, wishing he would look at me the way he looked at his hocke

s his annoying little s

eir feet, screaming, cheering, hoping. The championship game was tied with

med like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to deci

dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so

I sa

ek S

ng parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had

ted Derek. They had been e

tching Derek move toward Ryan

the puck right from Ryan's stick. The

announcer roared. "HE'S FLYING DO

our defenders like they were standing still. He

ed desperately. "Pleas

his stick. The ar

sh

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tion while our side sat in stunned, heartbroken silence. Derek threw his a

lders slump in defeat. His dream was dying right in fr

ncer screamed with excitement. "THAT'S HIS

ly to score, but it was too late. Derek had destro

rowd chanted Derek's name like he was some kind of god. I watched him remove his helmet, hi

he star everyone would

Ryan's moment of glory. The scouts were suppose

ple, desperate to find Ryan and comfort him. The hallways wer

y, I fo

staring at nothing. He looked broken, defeated,

shatter if I spoke too loud. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Yo

e with the saddest e

e flat and empty. "Derek won. The sco

"You're ten times better than him! This was just

slowly, like even tha

" he said. "This was my

arm. "You've worked so hard for this dream. I believ

way before I

ldly. "But it's done. Derek Stone is the new golden bo

left me standing there li

the only person I had ever loved disappe

way. "Why don't you ever see me? Why

very game, cheered until I lost my voice, supported him through everything.

I was going. I clutched my notebook against my chest like a s

yan's perfect body, about touching his muscles, about kissing him until we both couldn't

mously, and the whole campus was trying to figure out who the mystery writer was. The

it was quiet, invi

hed into somethin

erywhere like snow in a blizzard. The person I had slammed into was dripping we

you're going

ry voice stopp

up in pu

his dark hair. His green eyes pierced right through me. His perfect chest was vis

st and began to read. I watched in horror as his express

d, lunging for the papers. "Y

ng wider with each word. The smile on h

like silk over steel. "So YOU'RE the myster

d turned

s about guys' bodies," Derek continued, reading more.

ace burning with shame.

per to me, then his smile

Sweet little Lila fantasizing about her stepbrother Ryan's body. Wr

be happening. Derek Stone, my worst enemy, had just d

ice breaking. "Please don't t

e power he now held over me. My most shameful secrets were l

smile growing wider. "Now that's very intere

llapsed, and the devil hims