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.
“It’s not,” he says, setting his beer down. “Have you forgotten she has a boyfriend?” “No,” Posey answers. “But things change. Look at Taters. He was with Sarah for over a decade, and that changed.” He glances at me. “Sorry, had to use you as an example.” “It’s fine,” I say as I k**s Ollie’s…
I grip the showerhead and place it exactly where I want it against my c**t as he bends me forward. With the hand not holding the showerhead, I brace against the tile and hold my breath as I feel him position his c**k against my entrance. “Don’t take your time, Silas. I need your dick…
“The c**kiness is actually making me dryer by the second.” “Can we not?” Ross asks as he sips his coffee. “I don’t want to think about your w*t nether regions.” “I sure as hell do,” Silas says. I point at him. “That’s exactly what not to do. No comments like that. Just sit there and…
My cheeks blush as I realize that is so true. “So what are the plans for when I’m gone?” he asks as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Wallow in self-pity because my fine-ass boyfriend won’t be around.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Just the answer I was looking for.” I nudge his shoulder with…
Ollie: Oh my God. Silas: LOL. Seriously though, you can add it to a scrapbook for us. You know, create one of those so we can look back at how we started. Ollie: I’ve actually collected a few things for a scrapbook with you in it. Silas: Really? Ollie: Yeah, just some things like a…
“That sounds better,” I say. “I’m glad she’s everything you’re looking for,” Holmes says to me. “Ollie seems pretty cool.” “She is,” I say, a smile coming to my face as I think about her. The last few weeks have felt like a whirlwind, and in some way, we’ve been able to build a foundation…
The phone sl*ps out of my hand as my eyes remain fixed on the spot in front of me. No. There’s no f**king way. She wouldn’t do that to me. She cares about me. She knows the damage. She understands the trust issues I suffer. She wouldn’t use me as a piece in her article…
“Why didn’t you tell him that you didn’t write that part in the article?” “Because he’s not going to listen to the voicemail,” I answer, knowing Silas too well. “There’s no point.” I draw my legs up to my chest and grip them tightly. “I think I’m f**ked.” ***************************** **SILAS** “Man, you have to eat…
“So fix it,” Ross says. “The guys come home tonight. Ian told me. Go to his place and force him to talk to you. He can’t avoid you if you’re in his apartment. He deserves the truth.” “But I don’t know what the truth is. All I know is that I didn’t write it.” “So…
Ross: I know. You’ve got this, Ollie. “Mr. Roberts will see you now.” I tear my eyes off my phone and lightly smile at Roberts’s assistant as I stand up. “Thank you,” I say before pushing through Roberts’s glass doors and straight into his office, where I find him typing away on his computer. “Miss…