Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 91

KATY’S POV

“I’m so sorry, baby. I lost track of time,” Braydon says the moment he gets out of his car. Before I can even decide whether to be annoyed, he pulls me into a hug. And honestly… I just melt into it because I’m too tired anyway.

When he finally steps back, he scans my face. “Are you pissed?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He watches me for another beat like he’s waiting for the real answer, then just nods and guides me toward the passenger side. He opens the door for me, and as I settle in, my mind drifts right back to the thing I’ve been trying not to think about.

That stupid unknown number, that voice that sounded way too confident saying my name. He accused me of exam impersonation. It has to be someone who knows me, someone who actually thinks they can scare me with that.

Bryan? Maybe. Is he pulling another stunt?

Braydon gets in, starts the engine, but doesn’t drive off. I feel his eyes on me before he even speaks.

“What’s wr-”

“What happened to your knuckles?” I cut in when my gaze lands on his hand. I reach for it without thinking, turning it carefully so I don’t hurt him. “Braydon… did you get into a fight?”

He lets out a slow breath and licks his lips, like he’s weighing how much to tell me.

“Something like that,” he says finally. “I just paid Bryan a visit, that’s all.”

I sit with that for a moment, then I look up at him again and shake my head lightly.

“How bad did you beat him,” I ask, “for you to end up bruised too?”

“Not enough,” he says, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches out and taps under my chin with two fingers. “Justin and Luke had bigger bites out of him.”

“Luke?” I repeat, blinking as I lean back a little. “How is he even involved?”

He shrugs. “The bigger, the better.”

I sigh. Boys. Sometimes I feel like I need subtitles just to understand how their logic works.

But if I’m being honest? I’d kind of love the entire hockey team to beat the shit out of Bryan. They should break a few bones, make him regret every choice that led here and he definitely deserves whatever comes his way.

I steal a glance at Braydon, who starts driving calmly. After a moment, he lifts his right hand and rests it on my thigh, guiding the wheel with just his left. A wave of shivers runs through me, and I’m almost certain my face heats up when he looks at me.

“Something bothering you?” he asks quietly.

I exhale. “I got a prank call.”

“A prank call?” He scoffs. “Who the hell is fucking with my girl?”

“It wasn’t funny,” I say, and the playful curve of his mouth drops immediately. “Whoever it was kept rambling about exam impersonation. I mean, why me? What makes him believe I’m that sort of person? It feels like… an insult to my prestige.”

Before I can say more, he suddenly reaches across my chest-not touching me, just bracing -and slams the brakes.

The car jerks forward hard, and the seatbelt snaps tight across my chest, yanking me back a second later.

“What-?” I gasp, whipping my head toward him. “Braydon, what the fuck? You should’ve warned me!”

He angles his body to face me, his eyes fixed on me, and jaw locked.

“I’m sorry but did you say exam impersonation?” he asks, swallowing hard as his whole expression tightens. “And it’s a man who called you?”

“Yeah.” I study his face, suddenly alert. “Do you… know something?”

He drags a hand through his hair, exhaling. “It’s got to be my old man.”

“What?”

He takes a few seconds before responding. “Coach told me he called to check if I’ve been active in hockey.” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “He clearly didn’t expect my midterm grades. So now he’s trying to discredit them. Somehow.”

A hot wave of anger shoots through me.

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