Ice Bound Hearts A fake dating, hockey sports romance book1 of The Austin Ice

Chapter 13

Madison

Seriously, this house is sprawling it's simply amazing. From the floor to ceiling, sliding glass doors I can see out on to the deck and yes it does have a jacuzzi. I can't wait to go in that tonight after what I am sure will be my worst dinner out. EVER. At least I don't have to fake date him that much, I can just slide in next to Alex at the restaurant and make small talk. That better be all that is expected from me.

Back to the deck, I open the sliding doors and Belle goes trotting out, her tail is high and the way her back legs move it looks like she is wearing high heeled shoes, it's the cutest thing ever. I adore my little girl. She's definitely my best friend. Other than my bestie, April of course.

I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it's serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I'm a huge book nerd and at the moment I'm in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.

The air is fresh and crisp, and I can smell the fain pine fragrance from the trees that surround the area, to my left is just enough of a gap that I can see the expanse of the land and there is an awful lot of land. What does one man need with all of this? See, this is what I mean. He is greedy, right? He has no kids, he has only family that would come and stay and his sister, it's not like his kid sister has a family or anything. I think if my memory serves me right, she is still in high school. I obviously need to do a bit more online research.

After I had been scrolling back at the office, I flipped the laptop closed. There is only so much I can take of seeing Alex Stone beside one scantily dressed girl after the other. The picture that actually did it for me, however, is one of him coming out of a club recently with one girl practically naked hanging off his neck and the other with her hands down the front of his pants. Class act, right? I think not. This is precisely why he is not, never will be or anything remotely close to it, be my kind of guy.

At least fake dating him, I know for sure that I will not catch any damn feelings for this man. We're all safe on that score. The last thing I'd want to do is trample all over his man-whorish ways and come between him and his dick. A cockblocker I am not, he can go out and get what he wants when he wants, with whom he wants. I know I'm supposed to be doing 27/7 but that isn't literally. He can have downtime from me because I definitely will want him out of my face. I only hope he doesn't bring his bitches here and I have to listen to him having sex with them in the room a few doors down. Ugh, it makes me shudder.

It also sends a mild tingle up and down my body as I think what Alex Stone does look like under his t-shirt and tight jeans. It's no secret to the world that man is made of stone, beautifully hand crafted, cut stone. With abs that are so defined you just want to trail your fingers over them and use your tongue to glide across each defined aspect. He has that impressive, I've worked out hard defined V down to what I can only assume is an impressive cock.

Holy shit, Madi stop thinking of him like that. I may not like the guy or what he stands for, but I know that I'm not the only woman in the country who hasn't lusted over his mighty fine body and let's face it, he does like to take his top off. A LOT. Is he a poser? You bet he is and on top of that, he is conceited, arrogant and the worst kind of player. I mean guy player, sex, fast women, fast cars, drinking, clubbing all that kind of shit that I have ever come across and dealing with sports celebrities, I'd know.

I take one last inhale of the beautiful fresh and fragrant air as Belle trots back inside, happy with her surroundings and having done her fair amount of sniffing. It's time to have my shower but first I need to head back to the kitchen for a nice glass of cold water. I'm parched after the travelling.