Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 13

KATY’S POV

It takes a moment for Braydon’s words to sink in, and I leap off the bed, clutching my bag like it’s a lifeline.

“How cou… could you say that?” I chuckle, hating how shaky my voice sounds. “Why would I even care about what Bryan thinks?”

I pivot toward the door, trying to run away from the sting, but his insight sticks to me. How does he read me so well? Do I have a sign flashing my thoughts above my head?

My hand wraps around the knob, and I freeze. That same image, the one that kicked off this entire mess, flashes in my mind again. I groan, my shoulders sagging.

It’s not just Bryan who got in my head. Allie called me a terrible kisser once. And that was after she watched me kiss him. A series of little humiliations has already piled up, which makes me now feel like a walking, devastatingly sexually inexperienced nerd.

And Braydon? He already knows I got cheated on. He knows some of the most embarrassing things about me. How much worse could it get if he adds this to the list?

I turn slowly, only to meet his smirk, one that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking. I exhale and sink onto the bed beside him. “Fine. He said something,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“What?” he asks, his gaze on me.

I lick my lips, trying to marshal every anti–embarrassment trick I can think of. “He texted the girl he cheated on me with… that I’m not so good at…well, he didn’t exactly spell out what I’m not good at, but, you know…” My face feels like it’s on fire. “A small part of me thinks maybe that’s why he cheated. And no, I’m not excusing him, but… I can’t help feeling self–conscious.”

When I finish what feels like the hardest confession of my life, Braydon’s expression stays blank, almost like the same look he wore when I told him Bryan and I broke up. Does nothing faze him?

“How good do you think you are?” he asks.

I blink, unsure how to answer. Is there even a scale for this? Swallowing hard, I say, “Bryan was my second boyfriend, and my first… we were both virgins. It was clumsy, and honestly, neither of us knew what we were doing. So… I can’t really give you an answer.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how sexual was your relationship with Bryan?” he presses quickly.

The room feels suddenly hotter, like I’m trapped in an interview, but in this case, my legs are parted for all to see. That’s exactly how it feels.

Still, I can’t back out now. I have to answer. My fingers twist nervously, and I catch his eyes following every little movement. “I’ll say… seven.”

He smirks, clearly not convinced. “Seven, huh? That would mean you fucked him at least four times a week.”

My eyes bulge. “F–four?” I ask, and he nods, folding his arms. I shake my head, whispering, “Twice.”

“Twice a week?”

I shake my head again, wishing I could just disappear under his blanket.

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