Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.” She pouts before flopping on the seat beside me.

“I didn’t laugh to mock you, baby. I laughed because I realized you finally got the spark in you.” I said, pulling her to me. She smiled secretly, her lips

twitched before she feigned a serious face.

“Let me go.”

“Come on, smile for daddy.” She blushes at that, before her lips stretch in that we gummy smile I love.

“Good girl.”

“You’re impossible.” She blinks, still smiling, but this time, her cheeks are redder

“Impossible is still better than plain.” She shoves me away, her hands hitting my chest, but her smile doesn’t leave her lips.

“Wait…who’s the male lead?” I asked, the voice of my subconscious nudging at m to ask.

“Ace.”

The moment her name leaves her lips, my smile withers on my lips, as a tight rage flares in my chest.

“What?” I grit my teeth, my jaw clenching hard at the thought of that slimy lizard being anywhere near my girl ever again.

“No.” I grit out through my teeth. She turns to me with a small smile.

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Lucien. I don’t have any power over the committee, even as the president of the debate and arts club. Ms Vale has all of

that.”

Before I could say anything, the fucker strolls onto the field as if he owns it.

My fucking field.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He stares at me lazily before fixing Sloane with a stupid smile. The action alone has me wanting to bash his teeth in. My eye twitches as I rise to my feet.

“Smile at my girl again, and I swear, you’ll be picking your fucking teeth from the floor.”

He doesn’t flinch; Je just puts his jacket onto the chair in front of me, like some fucking challenge. “I thought about trying out for the hockey team. Who’s

in charge here?”

“I guess you’ll have to make an exception.” He says, and twirls the stick in his had like my words mean shit to him. His eyes glinted with something too

close to provocation as he said. “Unless you’re afraid.”

The fucking arena goes dead silent, because every damn player knows the weight behind those words.

Afraid? Me?

I put on my boots, step onto the ice, and skate closer to him. My blade slices the ce between us before stopping just short of his. “You don’t walk into my rink and throw cheap shots, Everhart. If you want in, you play by my rules. And outs were last week. Beat it, loser.”

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Chapter 100

His grin widens, and the action is sharp enough to piss me off even more than ready am. “I don’t play by anyone’s rules.”

I catch movement from the corner of my eye.

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It is Sloane shifting in her seat; her hands gripped the edge of her script, as she bit her lip with a tense expression crossing her face. Glancing at her, she fixes me with an unsure look, like she’s telling me to let it go.

Ace notices too, because his eyes flick toward her, then back to me, and his smirk deepens. “Unless, of course, the lady’s the referee. What do you say, Sloane? Think your boyfriend can handle me?”

My eyes darken at the sound of her name from his lips, and before I know it, myrm swings, before colliding with his jaw. He stumbles with a hiss and a

chuckle.

“You ever speak my girl’s name with those polluted lips of yours, and I’ll fucking break your bones.”

“We’re gonna play or what?” He asks, ignoring what I’d just said, so I smirk with nod.

“Step the fuck up.”

He leans in, lowering his voice just enough that only I can hear it. “Careful, Ravenscroft. I play rough.”

My answering grin is sharp, feral. “So do I.”