Chapter 76 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

Was I cheated on? Yes.

Was that private information that shouldn’t have been put on a public forum? Yes.

Will there be consequences for the person who changed the article? Yes.

I’m going to end this by saying I’m not good when it comes to this social media stuff, and I’m sure as hell not good at writing articles, but what I’m good at is admitting when I’m wrong.

And I was wrong about Ollie Owens.

Losing her will be my biggest loss to date, and that includes last year’s championship run.

Tears stream down my face as I stare at the paper in front of me, wishing and hoping my eyes aren’t deceiving me.

“Reading anything good?”

My eyes dart up and find Silas standing in front of me wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his beard has been trimmed to look like scruff, and those gorgeous blue eyes I’ve fallen in love with stare right at me.

“Silas,” I say, just above a whisper.

He kneels in front of me and reaches out to take my hand. He w*ts his l*ps and says, “I’m sorry, Oliana.” Hearing my full name nearly rips me apart. “I’m so f**king sorry. I should have given you a chance to talk to me, to tell me your truth, but I was so caught up in the hurt from Sarah, seeing it be repeated that I, f**k . . . I said things to you I never should have said.”

He reaches out and swipes the tears from my cheeks.

“I know I f**ked up, and I have no reason to ask this, but if you would give me another chance, a chance to prove to you that I do deserve your love, then I promise I’ll never f**king hurt you again.”

“Si-Silas,” I say, my throat so full of emotion.

I thought of this moment, dreamed of it actually, that maybe, just maybe he’d give me another chance. But every time I woke up, I knew it wasn’t a reality. Silas was too hurt, too damaged, and it was on me for not protecting his heart like I should have.

But now that he’s here, in front of me, I know this is my chance.

I scoot forward, on the edge of my seat, and grip his hand with both of mine. Speaking directly to him, I say, “I love you, Silas. I love you so much that I haven’t been the same without you. What I did, telling Ross about—”

“He told me you didn’t do it on purpose, that it was a sl*p-up. I believe him. I believe you.”

That makes my eyes water all over again. Of course Ross approached him.

“I still shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Baby, it’s okay,” he says as he leans in closer. “I’m the one who should have been more understanding.”

I shake my head. “I should have protected you.”

“You did,” he says, cupping both of my cheeks now. “You stood up for me, you lost everything for me, and f**k . . . I . . . I love you, Oliana. No one has ever done that for me, and I felt like such a piece of shit, knowing that I treated the most precious thing in my life so carelessly. It won’t happen again. I swear on my life, it won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” I say.

He brings his forehead to mine and whispers, “Can I have you back? Please tell me you’re mine again. I can’t f**king sleep. I can’t concentrate. I feel so goddamn sick without you. Please, Ollie, please come back to me.”

The desperation in his voice.

The grip he has on me.

His words.

They’re everything I need and so much more.

“I’m yours, Silas. Always have been, always will be.”

And then his mouth is on mine in a crash of k**ses that steals my breath away. His hand smooths up the back of my head, holding me tightly as I grip his cheeks, allowing him to swipe my mouth with his t***ue, tempting me to open. And I do. Because I can’t deny this man anything.

I love him.

He’s mine.

And I’m never letting go.

Like that first night, when I walked up to a complete stranger in a bar, I k**sed this man as if he were mine. And just like that moment, I claim him. k**sing him like he’s mine, but this time . . . he actually is.

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SILAS

“Can I have this drawer?” Ollie asks.

Standing in front of my dresser, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of her famous crop tops, is my girl, looking so f**king good.

It’s taken a few weeks to work out the logistics, including applying for a work visa, but Ollie is finally back in Vancouver and living with me.

“Baby, you can have any drawer you want,” I say, coming up behind her and bringing her into my chest. I k**s along her neck and add, “Take whatever you want. It’s yours.”

She chuckles and tilts her head to the side, giving me better access. “You can’t possibly be ready to have more sex.”

“I’m always ready,” I say as I slide my hand under her crop top and grip her br***t.

“Silas,” she reprimands, turning around. “We need to unpack. I can’t just live with these boxes everywhere.”

“It will get done,” I say, backing her up against the dresser.

“Not when you’re leaving tomorrow for away games.”

“All the more reason to f**k you,” I say, tugging on her shirt.

Laughing, she pushes at my chest. “How about this? You give me an hour of unpacking, and then the rest of the night, I’m yours to do with whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I ask with a questioning brow.

“Whatever, but you need to put in the effort of unpacking.”

“I can do that,” I say as I sl*p my hands under her shirt again and play with her n**ples.

“Silas,” she says, her head falling back.

“Yes, baby?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her br***t, only to be stopped by the palm of her hand.

“No, sir. Unpacking first, then sex.”

“Ugh,” I grumble and then pull away, my erection tenting my goddamn sweats. “See what you do to me?”

Her eyes fall to my lap, and I see that hungry look.

“Goddamn you,” she says right before she pushes me back on the bed and then pulls my sweatpants down to release my c**k. Looking me in the eyes, she says, “Real quick, and then you give me two hours of unpacking.”

“Whatever you want, baby, just give me that tight cunt.”

She slides her sweats off, showing me that she’s wearing nothing underneath, and then she hovers above my lap and positions my c**k at her entrance. In one fell swoop, I’m fully inside her.

“f**k,” she says while her hands float up to her br***ts. “God, I’ll never get over how big you are inside me.”

I grip her h*ps and encourage her to ride me. Which she does.

She rides me hard.

Her h*ps undulate over mine, and I sit back, f**king loving every second of this.

From the moment we made up, we’ve tried to spend as much time with each other as possible. She came back to my hotel, thanks to Ryot letting her leave early, and I made love to her for the first time. It was slow, torturous, and we took our time, reacquainting each other until we climaxed at the same time. After that, I f**ked her on every surface of that hotel room. And when we were completely spent, we formed a plan.

She didn’t immediately go back to Vancouver because she wanted to spend more time with The Jock Report team and discuss her remote options with Ryot, which wasn’t a problem at all. She felt bad for abandoning them, but Ryot not only encouraged her to return to Vancouver—because he’d prefer his employees are happy—but assisted in getting her work visa expedited. So now, whenever I go to LA for a game, we agreed she’d come with me to catch up with the team.

But now that she’s here, in my home, moved in with all her belongings, I can finally breathe.

I have all the plans to propose to this girl because I know she’s the one, but I also figured we have time. I don’t want to scare her off because we just got back together, but this summer, I have a feeling when we’re in Banff, it’s going to happen.

“Silas, your c**k, it’s so good.”

I squeeze her br***ts as she continues to ride me, over and over again until I feel her start to tighten up.

“You close, baby?”

Her l*ps p**ss together as she nods.

So close she can’t even say it.

“Then let me feel you come,” I say, right there with her.

She rides me a few more times, and when her mouth falls open and a silent m**n escapes her, I feel her convulse all around my c**k, which drives me wild.

I pump up into her a couple of times, and when my balls tighten, I prepare for my orgasm as it rips through me.

I grind out swear words as she falls on top of me, her hair like a curtain around us.

After a few seconds, she asks, “Will this ever get old?”

“No,” I say. “Never.”

I lightly k**s her l*ps. “I love you, baby.”

She smiles against my mouth. “I love you, too.”

I wr*p my arms around her and take a deep breath.

All is right in the world.

The Agitators have had the best start to a season in history.

I’ve been able to forgive Sarah and move past the hurt her actions caused.

I can see my life clearly. Sarah’s definitely my past and Ollie is unquestionably my future.

My girl is now living with me, working in a role she loves.

And there is no doubt in my mind that we have a bright future ahead of us because she’s mine. I’m hers, and it all started with a surprising, soul-changing k**s.

—-THE END

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