After breaking up with her boyfriend, Ollie found herself at a bar where she impulsively kissed a stranger to make her ex believe she had moved on. This stranger turned out to be Silas, a famous professional hockey player who had also been hurt by love. As fate would have it, Ollie was exactly what Silas needed – someone to pose as his girlfriend and make his ex jealous.
Although Ollie was only 21 and Silas was a decade older, their age difference added to the excitement of the story as their pretend relationship began to evolve into something genuine.
He grips the back of his neck, causing his bicep to pull at his shirt fabric. “I’m just trying to figure you out. This is platonic, right?” “Uh . . . yeah. Why?” I tilt my head to the side. “Oh my God, Silas Tater Tot—” “Don’t call me that.” “Are you falling in love…
“What?” he says as he looks down, only to find his fly undone. “Motherfucker,” he swears under his breath as I laugh so hard, I lean against the fence for support. “Oh my God.” I wave my hand in front of my face as tears tickle my eyes. “You really are the donkey pervert.” “Can…
“Neither was you showing your ass in the sauna, but that happened.” “Still thinking about that?” I ask. “Ollie, I’ll be thinking about that for a really f**king long time.” His thumb rubs over my cheek, and for some reason, I lean toward him, wetting my lips. My body is reacting to his touch. To…
I drop my phone to the side and smile to myself as my orgasm starts to climb. Not sure what’s happening between us, but what I do know is that I’m getting under his skin. At this point, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. ************************************ OLLIE “I think something…
I’m nervous that I’ll say or do something stupid, like I don’t know, accidentally trip and fall head first into his lap. Or say something like . . . can I s**k your c**k as an appetizer? Urgh, I bet he has the most delicious penis ever. Thick, but not too thick, veiny . .…
I p**ss my fi**ger to the table. “Donkey pervert is the foundation of this friendship. It will never go away.” “I thought the foundation is you randomly k**sing me in a bar.” I roll my eyes at that. “That truth is for you, me, and Ross only because he witnessed the whole thing and questioned…
I clutch at my chest. “You wound me, Silas . . . or should I say, Potato.” “What did I say about that? Winnie is the only one who can call me that ridiculous name.” “That’s not fair, though. I feel like I should have a nickname for you.” “Why?” he asks. “Well, you call…
“The f**k it is.” He stands from the couch now. “I was going to f**king propose to her. Of course there will be feelings. I can’t just shut it off.” “Yeah, well, Roberts holds my future in his hands, and I can’t just turn off my goals and desires to make something of myself. Out…
“My plans changed. Now get dressed.” “Do you really think you can come in here and boss me around?” Her n**ples are hard now, and it’s next to impossible not to at least glance at them. “I’m not bossing you around. I’m telling you that you signed a contract, and now I’m expecting you to…
JP reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a business card. “Email me. I’d love to get in touch. The more of a reach, the better.” “Of course.” Ollie sticks the card in her clutch, and we say our goodbyes before ordering our drinks at the bar. I rest my hand on the nape…