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.
“Do you remember the contract?” I ask, my patience wearing thin. “Yes,” she says. “Do you remember the extra condition you gave me? You owe me a favor.” “Yes, I remember,” she says, her breathing becoming heavy. “I know what I want my favor to be,” I say as I pull her up and then…
Ollie: So was last night all you were willing to give? Silas: Come outside and find out. I set my phone down and lean my head against the headrest of my car as I stare out the window, watching a couple of college kids stumble out of an Uber and make the walk of shame…
Mentally worn out, I realize that I need someone to talk to about the real reason Ollie and I are together—someone to work through this—so I turn toward him and say, “Yes, because we’ve been pretending to date each other, and last night, I lost control and ate her out.” “Uh . . .” He…
Ollie: It would have been more pleasurable if you were here to l**k my arousal off my fi**gers. I just had to do it for you. F**k . . . “Dude . . .” Posey is speechless, and that’s saying something. “What the hell did you get yourself into?” “I f**king told you. She’s torturing…
SILAS In case you were wondering, there was no recovering from “Oye, my dick.” The text messages ran cold after that, and any chance we had at a nude pic vanished. Not that I wanted one. In a weird way, Posey did me a favor by writing “Oye, my dick” because I wanted to drive…
It triggers this overwhelming need within me to be claimed. Something I desperately want. Something I realize suddenly . . . Sarah never did. My hands float up her sides until I reach both of her br***ts. I palm them and squeeze, causing her to hiss. “I’m not mentally ready for you,” I say, speaking…
“How did yesterday end?” “I’m not talking about this,” I say. Posey startles me as he sits next to me and leans in so close that I can smell his freshly applied deodorant. “It ended well, didn’t it?” “No.” I push at him, but he remains unmoved. “Liar.” He smiles. “I’ve known you long enough…
“Areyou f**king kidding me right now?” Pacey asks as he stands in his doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I know exactly what he was planning on doing. It’s what we all like to do after a game, when the adrenaline is still coursing through us. And I interrupted him. “I’m sorry,…
“I don’t ever get sent gifts, so yes, I’m going to soak it all up.” “I feel like you’re still on a high from being with Ian Rivers.” Ross smirks. “That too.” “Have you heard from him?” “I have. He texted me this morning and asked how I was.” “How cute,” I say. “Are you…
Ollie: He does? Is he okay? Winnie: He just really needs to have a conversation with you. If you want, I can give you the address of their private airport. Ollie: Please, I’d love that. I hop off the bed and run to the bathroom, where I fl*p on the shower. “I’m assuming you’re going…