Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 126

KATY’S POV

“Peach, can I see now?” Braydon’s voice drifts from outside my door.

I smooth my hand over my dress again, then check my light makeup in the mirror, and carefully adjust my gloves. My stomach does a little flip. “Come in.”

Slowly, the door opens, and he steps inside.

My jaw actually drops.

I know, I know-I see him every day, and yes, he’s my boyfriend. But this… he looks ten times hotter than usual.

The suit he’s wearing is a three-piece suit, and is perfectly tailored. He looks majestic, like he just stepped out of a fan art page. His green eyes are brighter, his hair is styled like breaking hearts is effortless for him and his shoes… oh God, they’re gleaming.

All of him together? It’s ridiculous that I’m staring like a complete fool. But the best part is that he’s all mine.

“You look… amazing,” I manage to say. I have to swallow fast. “Like… so ridiculously hot.”

He closes the distance, his eyes locked on me as if I didn’t even speak a word. His gaze drags over me and he swallows hard while I catch the faint tremor in his hands.

“You… you look… breathtaking,” he finally manages. He takes my hand, fumbling slightly before guiding me to spin. “Wow… like a princess,” he adds, and I can hear the awe in his voice.

“Do I?” I whisper, barely holding back the flutter in my chest.

“Yes.” His hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer. “You’re so beautiful. Red… it looks perfect on you.”

“What about my hair?” I tease, daring him for more praise. I love it when he compliments me, and I’m not ashamed to ask for more.

“Your hair is perfect,” he says, his finger brushing lightly along my neck. I’m wearing the diamond necklace he bought me, and I wish I could get inside his head to know how that makes him feel. “I love the makeup too.”

This is one of the reasons I love him. He’s just too perfect.

“I thought you were gonna have the same look like that night I got dressed for Zach’s party,” I admit, a small smirk tugging at my lips.

He chuckles, a little embarrassed. “You still remember that?”

“Of course.” I reach up and adjust the collar of his jacket. “You had me walking around like that… with my n*****s out.”

“That’s grossly exaggerated,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Besides, your… um… your t**s are great, and I doubt anyone saw anything.”

I grin, tracing my fingers across his black jacket. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Because you had me all to yourself that entire night.”

“I remember you ambushing me for a kiss,” he teases, his lips twitching. “And blaming it all on Bryan.”

“But I wasn’t lying.”

He tilts his head, his green eyes dark and heated, and I swear my body betrays me. I’m desperate for him to get on his knees and fuck me with his tongue. “If you kiss me tonight… will that also be Bryan?” he asks.

I grip his jacket, pull him to me, and kiss him, tasting the faint sweetness of wine on his lips. “I’d fuck you,” I whisper against him, “and it’ll be all me. Just me.”

Goosebumps prick along my skin when his fingers trail across and for a second, the world narrows down to us until the front door swings open with a sharp click.

Justin walks in.

“Don’t you ever knock?” I snap, stepping back, and trying to gather myself.

He’s wearing a black suit too, looking impossibly good.

“Don’t you two ever not do that?” He gestures at us with a pointed finger, then finally spares me one glance. “You look… decent.”

In Justin’s vocabulary, decent is basically ethereal like Cinderella had somehow stepped into reality. Usually, I get remarks like ‘not bad,’ ‘manageable, ‘less boxy,’ or ‘more human.’

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