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.
Posey laughs. “You’re dating a smart one, Tates.” Yeah, I am, and she’s putting up one hell of a match. * * * For the tenthtime in five minutes, I grind my teeth together and hold my breath as Ollie’s leg r*bs against my crotch. I know she’s doing it on purpose. There’s no other…
He sets my clutch down on the desk before coming up behind me, his chest firm against my back. He dips his head so his l*ps are right next to my ear. Chills race up my arms from his heady proximity. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asks in a menacing tone as his hand…
His eyes turn murderous as he says, “I told her to get the f**k away from me. What part of that don’t you understand?” “The part where you allowed her to touch your inner th**h. And why did you even need me there? I was useless.” “You were anything but useless,” he yells. “Prove it.…
“I know why you did. And yes, was I mad about it? Of course. But do I understand? I do. Just know . . . I won’t hurt you. It might take you a while to find trust in me, but when you’re ready, it’s there.” “Thank you,” he says quietly. “And you know I’m…
“Trust me, it was the best decision for both of us.” I sl*p my phone into my pocket, and with keys in hand, I head down her hallway. She follows, and when I reach the door, I turn toward her. She leans against the wall, one foot propped up against it, and tilts her head…
Silas: It got messy the day you k**sed me in that bar. * * * Silas: Do you think you can make it to my first game? I have to set tickets aside. Ollie: When is your first game? Silas: Tuesday. Ollie: This Tuesday? Silas: Yeah. Ollie: Uh . . . I think I can.…
But I know one thing for sure. Silas Taters just stole a little piece of my heart. * * * “Oh my God,”I yell as Silas is slammed against the Plexiglas. I turn into Ross and cover my eyes. “What on earth is this brutality?” Ross loops his arm around me and says, “I’ve never…
“Were you a curmudgeon?” I ask Silas, looking up at him. “Maybe a little.” “Maybe a lot,” Winnie says. Silas pats Ross on the back. “Did you enjoy the game?” “More than you would have expected,” Ross says, keeping his eyes plastered on the locker room door. “Well, now that the game is out of…
When we make eye contact, he motions with his fi**ger for me to join him, so I do, but instead of taking a seat next to him, I straddle him and sit directly on his lap. His hands fall to my h*ps, and he w*ts his l*ps as he stares at me. “You know .…
“I am, and you’re dancing with my girl. So unless you want to know what it’s like to have your face beaten in by a professional hockey player, then I suggest you leave her the f**k alone.” The guy holds up his hands and takes a step back. “Dude, I had no idea.” “Beat it,”…