Fake Dating My Boyfriend's Biggest Rival

A makeover

My smile falls off, and I hurriedly pull away from the hug and stand up. I take a few steps back and clear my throat awkwardly. Oh my gosh, why did I do that? Why did I hug him?

He also clears his throat but doesn't say a word. A second passes. One minute, I open my mouth, ready to apologize, when he suddenly speaks.

"There's a celebratory party at the boys' hotel tomorrow. I want you to be there," he says.

"To... tomorrow?" I ask, stepping closer to him.

He looks at me. "The Ravens team celebrates every win. The team decided to celebrate it at the dorm this time. They've invited some of their female fans and friends. There will be drinks, food, a lot of partying, and..."

"s*x," I complete the sentence. He snaps his gaze at me again, and I blush.

"There's always s*x. s*x is usually the main thing at these types of parties," I say, still blushing.

He folds his arms across his chest in a playful gesture and fully faces me. "You must have a lot of experience, then."

I shake my head. "No, no, you've got it wrong. I..."

"Does Dave take you to these parties?"

"He has never invited me to the team's celebratory party, actually."

"Huh."

"No. There was a time I wanted to come to the party. We had just gotten together at the time, but he firmly refused it. He said he didn't want his team members or other guys staring at what's his," I confess shyly.

"Clearly, that's not the real reason," he says.

I nod. "Right? I suspected he didn't want me to be there because he didn't want me to ruin his fun."

"You'll be there this time. It's night to dawn. Indoors."

"Yes, I'll be there. I've never attended such night parties. I've been eager to experience them."

"Then how do you know about the s*x part?" He asks.

I move my gaze away as I blush harder this time. "I'm not stupid. I know a lot of things," I mutter.

He chuckles as he rises to his feet. "You're right. s*x is always the main thing at these parties, so don't be surprised when you see two people making out in front of you, or an orgy. It's completely normal at this type of party," he says.

I nod but don't say a word. I'm pretty sure that my cheeks are crimson red with how hard I've been blushing over the last few minutes, but Jason doesn't comment on it, which I'm grateful for.

"There's one more thing I'd like to suggest before I let you go," he says as he stops before me.

"What is it?" I look at him.

"A makeover," he says.

"What?"

"I want you to have a makeover. A temporary one. Just for tomorrow night. If you're going to show up, I want you to show up as the hottest girl in the building. It's a way for you to gain more confidence. It's also the only way you can gain Dave's attention. Because trust me, there'll be a lot of girls competing for his attention tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yes. It'll sting a bit to see girls competing and throwing themselves at him, but if guys are also ogling and eye-f*****g you, I think it'll be perfect, don't you think?"

I smile, liking the idea. I quickly nod. "Yeah, I like the idea. I think it's great," I admit.

He smiles. "Great. So we'll go to the shopping mall tomorrow, before the party. The party starts at 11:00 p.m., so you have a lot of time. But we'll go to the mall tomorrow, and after we give you a different look, we can proceed to the party. What do you think?"

I like the idea. I nod. "I also like it."

He bobs his head. "All right, time to go," he says as he takes the lead.

"Are you going home in your gear?"

"Of course not," he chuckles. "I'm not done with my personal practice. I'll practice a little before going home."

"Oh my! The king of ice wants to practice."

He chuckles and continues leading the way. I follow him to the front of the building. He stops a ride for me and watches me get in.

"Thank you for today. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you." I wave at him before disappearing with my ride.

***

The next day.

I can't stop my imagination from running wild as I dress up for my meeting with Jason. He suggested a complete makeover. I've never had a makeover before, but those things are usually great. People look hotter after undergoing these processes.

I wonder how I'll look. Will my curly hair be straightened? But I love my curly waves. Will the color of my eyes be changed? Will I have blue eyes? I've always liked the color. I'll suggest they give me that. Or green eyes.

What about my dress? Will it be too short? Barely covering my ass? I hope not. I'm not comfortable with extremely short dresses. But since it's only for a night, I might be fine.

Will I wear high heels? But I'm not good at wearing heels. What if I fall and embarrass myself? Oh my! I'll hide in my house forever.

My phone pings, and I move over to the bed. I see a message from my mom.

I open it.

'Hi honey, how're you doing? I've missed you. When are you going to visit us? You promised to visit this summer. What day and time? Your papa and I will get ready. Junior too.'

I type a message in my search bar, and I'm about to send it when my mom FaceTimes me.

I take it.

"Hello, Mom."

"I was waiting for your response and got impatient."

I giggle. "I was about to send it. How're you?"

"You go first. How're you? You're glowing."

I laugh. "No, I'm not."

"I think you're in a great mood. You look good. Anyone worth naming? Is it Dave?"

I shake my head. "Barely."

"Huh, are you having problems with him?"

"Forget about him, Mom. I'm fine. What about you and Papa? Junior too."

"We're all doing well. Junior went to play football. Your papa is tending to the plants, and I'm bored in my room."

"You look good."

"How's the bookshop? Are the sales great?"

"Yes. The week has been fair to me."

"Are you going somewhere? You look like you are."

"Yes, I'm going shopping with a friend," I admit.

"A friend? Did you make a new friend? Who's it?"

"There's this guy. I'll tell you all about him later."

"A guy? I thought you're not allowed to have male friends."

"No, it's just that... It's a special occasion and..."

"Does your hockey boyfriend know about this?"

"It's complicated, but yeah, he does."

"And he is not doing anything about it?"

"As I said, Mom, it's complicated. I'll talk to you later. Send my love and kisses to Papa and Junior." I end the call before she can ask further questions. My mom loves to know about everything. I only call her when I'm prepared to talk. I can't talk to her now, unfortunately.

After brushing my hair, I look in the mirror. There's no need for makeup. I'll probably get one at this special makeover store that Jason is taking me to.

He said it's at the mall and that he already booked an appointment for me. He also claims to know the store's manager.

I check my time. There are ten more minutes.

I can eat a slice of bread before he comes. I've not eaten anything today, and I'm f*****g hungry.

I'm on my way to the kitchen when his car horn sounds all over the place. I halt, startled by it, before rushing to the window.

He's here. Jason is here. We're supposed to meet in ten minutes. Why is he so early?

I unlock the door and watch as he steps out of his vehicle. He has a cool car. A red sports car.

"Hey, Camila, are you ready?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, give me one minute. I'll be out soon," I respond before rushing into my room. I pick up my purse and my phone, along with my card and everything else I might need.

I take one final look in the mirror before rushing out to him.

"Hey."

"Hey, you look good. Come here." He holds me and kisses me on both cheeks before opening the door for me.

"Thank you. You too." I smile as I get into the vehicle. He closes it and walks around it. He gets into the driver's side and ignites the engine. We hit the highway shortly after. He drives at full speed, and we arrive at the mall quickly.

"All right, I'll take you to Jeanne's store."

"Jeanne?" I ask.

"Yes, she's the manager and the one I spoke to you about. She and her girls are expecting you. I'll do some personal shopping while they handle you."

"Really? I thought you'd stay with me. I thought..."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asks.

I swallow before shaking my head. "Yes, please. I'd like you to stay with me."