Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 54

KATY’S POV

I gulp, my eyes locked on Braydon’s. I should shove him, or at least duck out from the small space between us, but my body refuses to move.

My back is against the cold bar wall, and all I can feel is the heat rolling off his body despite the cold air.

My stomach tightens, my thighs press together, and I hate that I can feel my clit is so wet, and my panties are soaking. Why am I reacting like this to a guy who’s practically cornering me?

Gathering what little self-control I have left, I press lightly against his hands braced on either side of me. “Why don’t you go back to the stripper you were flirting with earlier? Maybe she’ll let you treat her however you want.”

He tilts his head, surprise flickering for half a second before a low chuckle slips out and the sound vibrates in the quiet space.

“You’re jealous?” he asks, his voice soft but mocking. Then his grin deepens. “Don’t tell me you came all the way here because you thought I was flirting with someone.”

“I’m not jealous,” I snap back, heat rising in my chest. “I just hate the double standards. If you’re going to act like you get to police me because of our deal, at least be honest about what you’re doing.”

His lips part slightly. “I haven’t lied to you in any way.”

“Oh really?” My voice comes out tighter than I intend, the words catching in my throat. Damn him for making me sound this desperate.”I don’t think being in a strip club with half-naked women is exactly boyfriend behavior. If you’re tired of our deal, you can call it off. But don’t make promises you can’t keep. You promised you wouldn’t do anything embarrassing while people think we’re together and then I see you on someone’s story, all smiles with a stripper. How do you think that makes me look?”

“I wasn’t flirting with her,” he says, his tone maddeningly calm.

I let out a sharp breath. “Okay, let me guess. She was flirting with you?”

“Yes.”

That single word sends heat to my face. Somehow, his honesty only makes it worse. It’s infuriating how easily he says it, how unaffected he seems, while I’m standing here feeling stupid for caring this much.

Honestly, I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have said anything, or let him see even a bit of what I’m feeling. It’s pointless talking to someone like him about loyalty, about

boundaries. What does Braydon know about being in a relationship, or staying true to anyone but himself?

I shove at his hand, harder this time. “Back off.”

He doesn’t move and it grates on every nerve I have.

“You’re not leaving until you tell me why you’re pissed at me,” he says.

“I’m not anymore,” I mutter, still tugging at his wrists. “I’m over it.”

He leans forward, using his legs to force my thighs apart. I freeze, more shocked by the instant, overwhelming wave of arousal than by his action.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” he asks, his breath brushing against my cheek.

I snap my head up, my eyes narrowing. “Dramatic?” I scoff, a humorless laugh slipping out.” You’re unbelievable.”

Anger crawls up my spine. “You know what? It’s pointless talking to you about this.” My tongue brushes over my lips as I force the words out. “Let’s just end this fake relationship thing we’ve got going on. I don’t see why it has to continue. Let’s end it.”

His expression shifts instantly. The easy look in his eyes darkens and a muscle in his jaw ticks as he stares down at me. “Why?” he demands.

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