Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 149

JUSTIN’S POV

I haven’t had an orgasm from sex in exactly two years, one month, and six days…not that I’m counting. But the moment Allison walked in wearing my jacket, I felt something dangerously close.

Shame on me, I’ve lost it completely. And yet… if there’s any consolation, I know she’s intentional about what she wears. So yeah…she actually thought about wearing that jacket. Like, really thought about it. That’s gotta mean something, right? I bet Sean has no clue what’s running through her head. He probably doesn’t.

“Why’re you chuckling to yourself?” Zach’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. He’s staring at me, confused as hell.

“I wasn’t chuckling,” I say, taking a sip from whatever’s left in the red cup Luke handed me ages ago.

“Yeah, sure,” he frowns. “I know I’ve had a ton of shit tonight and eaten like five brownies, but I’m pretty damn sure you were laughing… all by yourself.”

“And so?” I shoot him a flat look. “Maybe the brownies got to me too. Piss me off, birthday boy.”

I brush past him, heading for the stairs, when I spot Katy slipping away from the crowd. Even after yelling at me that she could handle herself, she’s clearly falling apart.

I’m about to follow her when Allie appears at the top of the stairs. My heart stutters, and I stumble back. Wait… why the hell am I hiding?

Peeking out, she and Katy walk away together, leaving her mouth-breather boyfriend standing there like an idiot. I dump my cup into the hand of someone I don’t even know and start jogging up the stairs. My heart’s hammering, head a little fuzzy, and I have no clue what I’m doing or what I’ll even say when I finally run into Allison. Maybe I’ve drank too much to care, maybe not.

I start checking rooms one by one: the first room is empty, the second one is filled with people doing their thing and, the third has a ton of smokers. I’m about to skip the fourth room because the door’s wide open, and I already know she’s not inside when I hear something that makes me freeze.

“My couz, Sean, has been banging this Allie girl for like two years.”

I turn slowly, looking into the room. There are only two guys in there, passing a cigarette back and forth. One has fried red hair that looks like he lost a fight with bleach, and the other’s a fat asshole slouched against the wall. Weighing both of them, I could take them out in three minutes max.

“I feel like she’s kind of an airhead,” the redhead goes on, shrugging. “Not judging or anything, but she’s gotta be if she stayed with him for two fucking years. Dude’s an ass.”

They start laughing but the sound cuts off the second I step inside and slam the door shut.

Both of them look up at me, confused, their eyes flicking between my face and the door. I take a step closer, watching the confusion deepen.

“You lost, buddy?” the red-haired freak asks.

I stop in front of them, my gaze darting between the two as I decide which one of them I’m hitting first.

“What the hell do you want, getting in our faces like this?” the fat guy snaps.

“How do you know Allison?” I ask, eyes locked on the red-haired one.

He scoffs. “You were eavesdropping on us or w-

grab his finger before he can finish, twisting it hard and he yelps instantly. The fat guy lunges at me, but I stomp down on his leg, putting enough force behind it to make him cry out too.

As he stumbles back, I catch a fistful of his shirt with my left hand, still holding the other guy’s finger hostage with my right.

“I asked a question,” I say, forcing both of them closer. “Who’s gonna give me an answer?”

“She…she’s dating my couz, ouch,” the red-haired one blurts. “Fuck, man, that hurts.”

I twist harder. He cries out, and I slam their heads together before letting them go.

They stumble back, their eyes wide now as they rub their heads.

“You must be freshmen,” I ask, looking between them.

They nod frantically.

I step closer, and they flatten themselves against the wall.

“Listen to me carefully,” I say. “Will you?”

They nod again, fast this time.

“Repeat after me,” I start. “Allison Carter is not an airhead. Sean Henderson is.”

“Allison Carter is not an airhead. Sean Henderson is,” they echo, their voices shaking.

“I will never disrespect her again.”

“I will never disrespect her again.” They chorus.

I nod, then pat the fat guy on the shoulder because his voice was louder anyway.

“Good,” I tell them. “Now I want you to run out of this room as fast as you can, without brushing past me by even a centimeter.”

In a blur, they’re at the door, tripping over themselves as they bolt and I watch them go, shaking my head. Maybe I should’ve actually beat the shit out of them but being a hockey player can be limiting sometimes, and they’re just freshmen.

A sigh drags out of my chest.

Sean Henderson is a certified asshole, and everyone in Cadston knows it. Everyone except Allison. That part pisses me off more than it should, more than anything really.

I pull out my phone and stare at her contact for a second too long. Then, fuck it.

ME: The jacket looks good on you tonight. having fun?

She probably won’t reply, depending on what she’s doing or who she’s with.

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