Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 108

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BRAYDON’S POV

Katy’s lying in my arms, completely still, her chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. I should get up and call Mr. Park to set up a meeting with my dad, but instead I’ve been stuck here, just watching her, for almost an hour.

I know I’ve said it more times than I can count, but I’m stupidly lucky to have her. I never thought I’d find someone like Katy, someone who loves me like this. She goes out of her way to make sure I’m okay, and she never acts like it’s a chore. If anything, she treats it like it’s natural like it matters to her just as much.

“You’re breathing hot air on my face.”

It takes a second for her voice to register. She shifts slightly, her nose scrunching, one eye opening while the other stays shut. There’s a pause, like she might fall back asleep mid-sentence.

“Did I wake you?” I ask quietly.

She takes a moment before answering. “No,” she says. “I was already… kinda awake. I’m tired of sleeping and it’s probably nine already.”

“It’s barely seven,” I say, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “How many classes do you have today?”

She exhales, stretching lazily, her fingers curling into my shirt as she lifts herself up a little. It takes her a few seconds to respond.

“Three,” she murmurs. “And… a Zoom call with Maria Jefferson.” A yawn slips out. “She wants to give some notes before I submit the final draft of my product.”

“Hmmm.” I nod, letting the thought sit for a second. “Do you still enjoy working with her?”

“Yeah.” She answers almost immediately, then hesitates. “I… umm, she’s cool.” She glances at me, like she’s checking my reaction. “Have you called Mr. Park yet?”

“No.” I reach over and grab my phone from the desk. “I was about to… then I got distracted.

I look back at her. “Staring at you.”

She nudges my shoulder lightly and blows a strand of hair out of her face. “I’m hungry and I need coffee.”

I get to my feet, holding up my phone. “Once I’m done with this call, I’ll make us breakfast.”

She pouts, sinking back into the pillows. “I love you.”

I smile. “I love you more, baby.”

“Mr. Park, I don’t care what you think. Just schedule the meeting.”

“Come on, kid. I’m just asking a few questions.” His voice drifts through the phone. I groan, kicking my cleats against the pavement. I’d been trying to reach him all morning but no answer. Now he’s calling back during practice, of all times, and acting like it’s unreasonable to want a meeting with my own father without telling him why.

“Listen,” I say, lowering my voice, “I’m asking you to do one simple thing.”

There’s a pause on the line and a few seconds stretch.

“Okay,” he finally says. “What exactly is this meeting about? That’s not too much to ask.”

“You’ll find out when you show up,” I snap.

There’s another pause. “Is this about the assault thing?”

I let out a short laugh. “Oh, so you do know about that.” I shake my head. “And you haven’t called, not once. As the family lawyer, shouldn’t that have been the first thing you did?”

“I’ve been busy,” he says. I grip the phone tighter. I can hear the bullshit in his voice.

“Yeah. Busy keeping tabs on me and doing my dad’s dirty work,” I say. “I don’t care what you’re doing. Just make sure he knows I’ll be in New York tomorrow and be there.”