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misshoneyimhome · 2 months ago

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You started leaving your panties anywhere you’d think William would find them. In his locker room, car, or duffle bag. You even managed to loop one around his hockey stick while he wasn’t looking while getting ready for his next game. After the first few pairs, you started leaving dirty photos of yourself along with them while keeping your identity hidden, Just polaroids of your ass and tits, always matching the underwear you planned to leave. William's reaction was a mix of bewilderment and intrigue. Each time he discovered another pair or photo, his curiosity grew, and a smirk would tug at the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill at this cat-and-mouse game. Every single pair of your panties you’ve left for him is in this drawer, along with the Polaroids. Upon arriving at his condo, you notice that the pair of panties you left they’re covered not just in your cum, but in his too. It has you dripping. You were already wet from the minute you saw him earlier tonight in his suit, but now you can feel your slick dripping down your inner thighs. Your breath quickens as you look at the drawer full of evidence, and a wicked idea forms in your mind. You decide to leave one last, bold, unmistakable clue for William—an invitation to meet you in the locker room after his next game. Sofie x William :)

Oh babe, this could so be Sofie and William! 😏 I know we haven’t picked up that story just yet, but I had so much fun writing this one out because I could totally picture it happening down the line 🤭😜

Honestly, the tension between them would make it such a perfect moment!

This could definitely also go for Inexperienced!reader x Willy, but since you requested Sofie x William, that's what I went for 🤭 Hope you enjoy it 🌺

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[Pilot] [Chapter One]

Tropes & Warnings: William Nylander x ofc, fake relationship, 18+ smut: unprotected penetrative sex (p in v), semi-public spacing (locker room)

Word count: 1.5K

➼｡ﾟLove Me Harder - the one in the locker room I William Nylander x ofc ☆

Sofie had turned their flirtation into a full-fledged game, leaving her panties in places William would undoubtedly find them. It started innocently enough—one day, a lacy black thong tucked into the corner of his locker. Another time, a pair of bright red panties slipped into his duffle bag when he wasn’t paying attention. The best, though, was when she’d somehow managed to loop a pair around his hockey stick in the dressing room just before a game.

Each discovery was met with the same reaction—William’s eyebrows raising in surprise, followed by a smirk as he tucked them away, his curiosity piqued. The first few times it happened, he was bewildered but amused, wondering who would go to such lengths to tease him. But as the game continued, Sofie took it up a notch.

She started leaving Polaroids along with the panties. Dirty pictures of her body—her ass framed perfectly in matching lace or her tits spilling over delicate fabric—her face always cropped out, keeping her identity hidden. William’s reactions grew from intrigue to full-blown obsession. Every time he found a pair of her panties or another photo, he felt a jolt of excitement pulse through him. He’d trace his fingers over the images, trying to piece together the mystery, even though part of him suspected who was behind it.

By now, every single pair of panties she’d left for him, along with the Polaroids, were carefully stashed away in a drawer at his condo—a collection of playful seduction that he couldn’t bring himself to discard. There was something irresistible about the anonymity, the not knowing but also knowing exactly who it could be. And Sofie loved playing him like this, pulling him deeper into her game.

When she arrived at his condo tonight, she couldn’t help but notice that the latest pair of panties she had left behind weren’t just damp with her own cum, but William’s as well. Her heart raced at the sight. He’d used them, she thought, her body responding immediately to the knowledge. Her skin flushed, heat pooling in her core as she imagined him, his cock wrapped in the lace she’d worn. Her breath hitched, her slick already dripping down her thighs as she stood there, the evidence of their shared teasing filling the drawer in front of her.

A wicked idea flashed through her mind.

She wanted to push him further, take the game to its final stage. With a devilish smile, she pulled out a fresh pair of panties from her bag and wrote a note, simple but unmistakable: Meet me in the locker room after your next game.

She placed the note alongside the panties, knowing William wouldn’t be able to resist. This time, there’d be no mystery, no anonymity. It was time for him to know exactly who was behind the teasing and to take their game to a whole new level.

After the game, William was exhausted but satisfied. They had won, and his post-game high was still lingering as he made his way to the locker room. The usual chaos surrounded him—teammates bantering, gear clattering to the floor, coaches running through their final notes—but all William could think about was the note and the fresh pair of panties he had found before the game.

He tried to focus during the game, but the thought of Sofie lingered in the back of his mind. He suspected it was her all along. The teasing, the careful way she concealed her identity—it was exactly her style. But now, there was no more guessing. The note had been clear. The locker room. Tonight.

As the locker room slowly emptied and the post-game chatter died down, William’s pulse quickened. He kept glancing around, waiting for the last of the guys to head out. His heart thudded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior.

When the room finally emptied, William’s eyes darted to the door. He waited for what felt like an eternity, every second adding to the anticipation. And then, the door creaked open.

Sofie stepped in, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on her silhouette. She was wearing a long coat, her face composed, but her eyes told a different story—there was a hunger in them that mirrored his own. Neither of them spoke for a moment. The air between them was thick with tension, months of teasing and playful seduction now coming to a head.

William leaned back against the bench, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Took you long enough.”

Sofie sauntered forward, her heels clicking against the floor, her confidence radiating with every step. “Had to make sure everyone was gone,” she replied, her voice low, teasing.

She stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. He could see the outline of her curves beneath the coat, and his mind raced with the possibilities of what lay underneath.

Without breaking eye contact, Sofie reached for the belt of her coat, untying it with a slow, deliberate motion. William’s eyes darkened with desire as the coat fell open, revealing her lingerie—lace and silk, just like in the photos. She was wearing the same set from the last Polaroid she had left for him, and the sight of it made his mouth go dry.

He let out a low chuckle. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. And now…?”

Sofie stepped closer, her hands resting on his shoulders as she leaned down, her lips inches from his. “Now I think it’s time I stop teasing and give you what you’ve been waiting for,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

William’s hands moved to her hips, pulling her onto his lap in one swift motion. Their lips collided, the pent-up tension spilling over as they kissed, hard and hungry. His hands roamed her body, tracing the lace of her lingerie, while Sofie’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer.

The locker room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustle of clothing being hastily discarded. Sofie’s coat slipped off her shoulders, and William’s jersey was pulled over his head, leaving him in nothing but his shorts.

She pulled back for a moment, her eyes locking onto his, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

William grinned, his hands sliding up her thighs. “You’ve got me hooked,” he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

Sofie leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Then let’s see if you can keep up.”

With that, she pushed him back against the bench, taking control as she straddled him and allowed her body to take him in fully. William, ever the skilful partner, quickly manoeuvred to pull his shorts down beneath him, his hands roaming her hips, helping to pull her thong aside. Sofie wasted no time, sinking down onto him, both of them gasping as their bodies connected.

The sensation was electric—sensual and charged with the risk of getting caught. The locker room, with its quiet hum of distant noises, made the moment even more thrilling. Their breaths were laboured, matching the rhythm of their movements, eager and hungry for the release they both craved.

Sofie moved with deliberate intensity, her hands gripping William’s shoulders for balance as she rode him. William’s hands tightened on her waist, guiding her as his own hips met hers, thrust for thrust. Their eyes locked, both of them lost in the heat of the moment, the raw desire fueling them.

Every sound, every moan was amplified by the silence of the locker room, adding to the thrill. It was fast and needy, yet laced with an undercurrent of tenderness, their bodies moving in sync as they neared the edge.

William’s grip tightened as Sofie picked up the pace, her breath hitching as she felt herself drawing closer to her peak. She could feel the tension building inside her, the coil winding tighter with every movement. William’s lips found her neck, kissing and nipping as he whispered her name, his voice thick with need.

The risk, the heat, the connection—it all pushed them over the edge. Sofie gasped, her body trembling as she finally let go, pleasure crashing through her in waves. William followed soon after, groaning into her skin as he held her tight, his release shuddering through him.

For a few moments, they stayed like that, breathless and entwined, the thrill of their risky encounter still buzzing in the air. Sofie finally pulled back slightly, a playful grin on her face as she caught her breath.

“Well, Starboy,” she whispered, her voice still a little shaky, “I think that was worth the wait.”

William chuckled, his hands lazily running up and down her back. “You really know how to make an impression.”

Sofie slid off him, adjusting her lingerie and smoothing down her hair as she stood, her coat once again hanging loosely from her shoulders. She gave him one last teasing smile before turning to leave the locker room, her head held high, knowing she had left him wanting more.

William watched her go, a smirk on his lips as he leaned back against the bench, still catching his breath. He shook his head slightly, already looking forward to the next round of their game.

#smut 18+#love me harder #William x Sofie #wn88 imagine #william nylander fic #toronto maple leafs fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #william nylander smut #william nylander imagine

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misshoneyimhome · 3 months ago

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➼｡ﾟ Love Me Harder I William Nylander

[Pilot]

Sofie Boch de Lacour's life takes an unexpected twist when she's tasked with organising her ex-fiancé's engagement party, reopening old wounds she believed had healed. At the same time, NHL star William Nylander, under constant scrutiny from the press, considers a bold fake relationship to regain his privacy. As their paths cross, an unforeseen connection develops, challenging everything they thought they knew about love and second chances.

Tropes & Warnings: William Nylander x ofc, fake relationship, no warnings

Author's note: So, this is the pilot chapter of a story I've been working on 😊 I'm not entirely sure yet how long the series will be, but it's been my little off-season project 😉 I'm a bit nervous about posting this, but without further ado, I hope you enjoy it 🌺

Please note: the season in this fic is set in 2024/25. However, I started writing it before the schedule was released, so it's entirely fictional (the schedule is based on the 2022/2023 season) 😉

Word count: 3.5K

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“I’m a motherfucking Starboy.”

Saturday, September 13th 2024

Sofie gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes resolute. "You can do this," she murmured, attempting to reassure herself. "It’s just another day at work, nothing more." She forced a smile, practising how she’d face him tonight.

Her outfit was flawless: a tight navy blue pencil skirt and a fine white silk blouse, epitomising her professional demeanour. Her make-up was perfectly applied, exuding confidence, and her hair was styled in an elegant French knot.

"You’ve got this!"

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Sofie Boch de Lacour seemed to have it all - or almost, anyway.

Growing up in a cosy, welcoming home just outside Copenhagen, Denmark, with her parents and three siblings, everything seemed to be just right. There was her older sister, Amelia, a powerhouse in Economics and the epitome of a boss lady. Then there was her older brother, Charlie, a dedicated and ideal family man with his wife, Rosaline, and their two kids. And lastly, there was Nicholas, the youngest, a rising star in ice hockey for the Malmö Redhawks.

Needless to say, the parents were beyond proud, beaming at their accomplished children.

Sofie, however, was a bit different. While she did well in school, she never stood out. Her job as a Booking and Reservations Hostess at the Radisson Hotel was decent, but hardly remarkable, and her free time revolved around a small, loyal circle of friends. In short, her life was perfectly average and nothing extraordinary.

Yet, a part of her yearned for more.

Although Sofie had spent years convincing herself that she was content with her life, a part of her still wanted to stand alongside her siblings on that golden pedestal, and perhaps even start a family of her own someday. But with those achievements seeming distant, she opted instead to travel the world, seeking new horizons and fresh perspectives. So, at the age of 24, after completing her studies in Hospitality and Event Management, she volunteered in underprivileged areas and explored the grandeur of bustling cities and serene countrysides. Along the way, in far-flung corners of the world, she immersed herself in diverse cultures, music, and cuisines, encountering people whose kindness left an indelible mark. And though her journey wasn’t without challenges - unpredictable weather, miscommunication, even some precarious moments - it was all part of her grand adventure.

Towards the end of her travels, during a final stop in Canada, Sofie felt weary and craved the tranquillity of home. Yet, just as she prepared to return, fate intervened, and she crossed paths with Anthony Beaulieu — a successful Canadian in Toronto’s financial district, a few years older, and impeccably dressed as if plucked from a Vogue cover. And drawn to his success and her long-held dreams of a small family, Sofie quickly fell for him. So, within months of casual dating and sharing incredible moments near and far, she boldly decided to relocate to Toronto and live with him.

For three years, Sofie and Anthony built a life together, navigating their careers while creating cherished memories. Sofie secured a role as a Booking and Event Coordinator at the Fairmont Royal Hotel, while Anthony ascended in the world of economics and financial investments, steadily climbing the career ladder. Then, on a balmy summer evening on a beach in Greece’s most romantic setting, Anthony knelt before Sofie with a diamond ring gleaming in his hand and proposed, whisking Sofie into a fairy tale.

It was just too good to be true.

So, naturally, that dream swiftly shattered upon returning to their daily routines, where Anthony's attention gradually shifted towards another woman, claiming they shared more common interests.

And perhaps he was right. Daisy, younger than Sofie and vastly different, craved stability in her homeland, aspiring to a high-end lifestyle and the role of a stay-at-home wife - a stark contrast to Sofie's dedication to hard work and community service. While Sofie found fulfilment in helping others, Daisy revelled in luxury, only concerned with her own well-being.

Sofie naturally didn’t particularly like the woman, but she reminded herself that Daisy was simply a young woman who had faced no real challenges in life, whether financial or otherwise. She was just a woman who fell in love with an engaged man.

Heartbroken, Sofie's engagement ended just six months after the proposal. Despite this, she chose to stay in vibrant Toronto, unwilling to abandon the life she had built. Continuing her job that she enjoyed, she found solace in true friendships and shared a home with Samantha; a friend of a colleague who needed a roommate. Sofie treasured her close-knit circle, finding additional comfort as her younger brother Nicholas seized an opportunity to play hockey in Montreal.

In essence, Sofie's journey persisted. Despite setbacks, she remained steadfast in forging her own path and embracing the life she had carved out for herself.

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Nearly a year had passed, and a day Sofie could never have anticipated arrived: the day she would be organising an engagement party for her former fiancé and his new partner. Sofie was convinced that Anthony had chosen the Fairmont Royal York Hotel deliberately to spite her, yet he insisted it was all Daisy’s preference. And using his extensive network and familiarity with hotel managers, he ensured his new love’s desires were met.

The situation was a stab to Sofie's heart. Despite having no desire to get back with Anthony and acknowledging that Daisy was indeed a better match for him, the circumstances still cut deep.

Yet, on the day of the event, Sofie maintained her professionalism impeccably. She ensured every detail was flawless, transforming the Ontario room into a scene of elegance with soft lighting and fresh flowers, perfectly capturing the joyous occasion. Her colleagues praised her for her poise and dedication, unaware of the emotional turmoil she was enduring.

As the guests began to arrive, Sofie then retreated to a quiet corner, observing from afar. She watched Anthony and Daisy socialise with their loved ones, their happiness palpable, while she made sure the event unfolded according to plan.

As the night wore on, Sofie found herself in need of a breath of fresh air. Despite her best efforts to act professionally, a mix of anger, frustration, and hurt still lingered within her. So, stepping outside into the alley behind the hotel, she took a deep breath, the cool evening breeze a welcome relief from the heated atmosphere inside. And absent-mindedly, she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and mentally escaping, completely lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in the Canadian Room, the Toronto MLSE Foundation was hosting their grand start-of-the-season charity event. The room was adorned with elegant decorations, shimmering lights, and lavish flower arrangements, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and celebration. It buzzed with lively conversations and laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional cheer from a successful auction bid. Servers weaved through the crowd, offering trays of gourmet hors d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne, while a live band played smooth jazz in the background, adding to the ambiance of the event.

It was a night where the worlds of sports and charity came together, offering an opportunity for the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey players to step off the ice and mingle with distinguished guests and sponsors. Amidst it all, they participated in various games and activities to raise funds for underprivileged communities.

And among the crowd of players, William Nylander was deeply engrossed in a game of air hockey. His focus was intense as he tried to outplay his usual teammate but now opponent Ryan Reaves, but luck wasn't on his side that evening. His teammate Max Domi stood beside him, offering words of encouragement and occasional teasing remarks. And behind them, their friend and teammate Auston Matthews chuckled, enjoying the friendly competition as William faced another frustrating loss.

Looking up from his game, William let out a deep sigh, catching a glimpse of a side door leading to the hallway. The need for a brief escape from the crowded room and relentless socialising tugged at him. "I'll be right back," he told his friends, excusing himself from the table. With a nod from Max and a grin from Auston, William then made his way through the throng of guests, heading towards the door for a moment of solitude.

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William Nylander was an exceptional hockey player, a key star for the Maple Leafs whose talent earned him praise and attention throughout the 23/24 season. From the Global Series in his hometown of Stockholm to being voted into the All-Star Game in Toronto, William had become a prominent figure in the spotlight. He was even set to feature in an upcoming NHL documentary, which delved behind the scenes of the greatest league in the world - fueling William’s already blazing fame.

Hockey was even a familiar realm from childhood for William. His father, Michael, had been an NHL player, leading the family across North America as he pursued his career. Despite the constant moves, William found his home and forged his own hockey path in Toronto. And one of his greatest dreams came true at the beginning of the year when he finally signed an eight-year contract extension.

However, with great fame comes great responsibility. And in a hockey-mad city like Toronto, media scrutiny could be intense. While the players generally accepted it as part of achieving their NHL dreams, invasive media intrusion into their personal lives - fuelled by social media for views, likes, and comments - was unwelcome. Despite embracing the spotlight most of the time, none of them wanted paparazzi following them or their loved ones with sensationalised stories.

And when William suddenly found his name plastered across headlines, discussing his personal life and speculating about his relationships, it infuriated him. While he appreciated the spotlight for his hockey skills and perhaps a bit for his fashion sense, all he truly desired was recognition for his on-ice performance - as a top player who scored goals and supported his team. He resented people focusing on his health issues or spreading rumours that suggested he only reached the NHL due to his father's influence. And above all, he valued his privacy and wished his personal life to remain just that - private.

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So, seeking what little freedom he still felt he had, William walked towards the door leading to the alley behind the hotel, lost in thought about the swirling rumours surrounding him potentially appearing on Sweden's 'Ex on the Beach.' His steps were quick and purposeful, each one echoing his frustration, as he pushed the heavy door open with a forceful shove.

"Ouch! Fucking hell!" a female voice exclaimed as the door collided with her. "What the fuck?"

William quickly looked to see a woman rubbing her head where the door had struck her. She glared up at him with a mixture of irritation and pain, her eyes narrowing and her lips pressed into a thin, angry line.

"Excuse you?" Sofie retorted sharply, still simmering with frustration and residual irritation from her ex's engagement party earlier. Her voice carried the sting of someone who had been pushed too far.

Exhausted from the relentless attention at the charity event, William felt a surge of irritation himself. He had no desire to deal with anyone, let alone a potential fan lurking outside. So, letting out a sigh, he stepped fully outside and faced the girl he had accidentally bumped into. His shoulders were tense, his jaw set in a hard line.

"Excuse me? Maybe you shouldn't be blocking the fucking door like that," he scoffed, his tone edged with weariness. "What were you even doing here? Spying on us? Hoping some player would come out and give you an autograph if you hung around long enough?"

Sofie looked at him with a curious expression, her eyebrow arching in disbelief. Who did he think he was? Crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture, she exuded defiance.

"First of all, I was just trying to get away from another event, and I didn’t realise I was standing in front of a door... And second, I'm not some crazy fan snooping around for a stupid autograph. Do you think you're rock stars or something?" Sofie half-laughed with a snort, a hint of contempt in her voice. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and amusement, daring him to contradict her.

William was slightly taken aback. Part of him felt a small relief that she wasn’t another groupie looking to hook up with hockey players, yet he couldn’t help but be offended by her audacity to speak to him like that. Exhaustion mixed with prickling irritation, he let out another sigh.

"Well, sorry then," he muttered.

"What was that?" Sofie asked, feeling slightly irked by his dismissive tone.

"I said sorry, alright," he repeated, a touch louder and with a hint of impatience. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a physical manifestation of his struggle to keep his temper in check.

"Well, I suppose that wasn’t so hard," Sofie retorted.

Normally, at this level of exhaustion, William would let it go, not wanting any confrontation at the moment. But her remarks struck a nerve, and he couldn’t let them slide. So, he squared his shoulders, meeting her gaze head-on.

"And what about you, then?" he responded, looking at her seriously.

"What about me?" Sofie shot back, her stance shifting slightly, as if bracing for a verbal duel.

"Shouldn’t you say you’re sorry? For standing in the way," he challenged.

Sofie raised an eyebrow and spoke mockingly, "Oh, I’m sorry, was I in your way, starboy? Oh, you’re right, I am so, so sorry," her tone dripping with sarcasm, each word a barb aimed at his ego.

And with a small huff, Sofie then turned on her heel and headed back inside, her steps deliberate and confident, leaving the self-important hockey player behind her.

William let out a huff as well, thinking she was full of herself and rolling his eyes at Sofie's departure. Then, taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, he savoured the moment for just a few seconds before returning to the evening's event. He simply tried to shake off the encounter and focus on getting through the rest of the night, yet the memory of her defiant eyes lingered in his mind.

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Wednesday, October 9th

"Come on, man, let it go!" Alex's voice echoed in Swedish through the condo as he sprawled on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. "And stop reading that stuff... it's not doing you any good, believe me."

William lounged beside his brother, the setting sun casting warm tones across his spacious 28th-floor condo. He sighed deeply, his frustration evident. Yet another day brought intrusive articles delving into his personal life instead of celebrating his hockey skills. The media's relentless focus on his relationships, or lack thereof, irritated him like an insistent itch he couldn’t ignore.

"I know, I know," William responded wearily. "But it's everywhere, Alex. I can't avoid it. Every time I check my phone, there's another headline speculating about who I'm seeing or what I'm up to."

Alex Nylander, William’s younger brother and trusted confidant, understood the toll the media scrutiny was taking on William. Despite being a slightly less prominent hockey player himself, playing for the Toronto Marlies as of this season, and not receiving as much media attention, Alex had seen firsthand how fame could invade personal privacy.

"Yeah, it's tough," Alex acknowledged, glancing at his brother with a sympathetic expression. "But you can't let it get to you. They’ll always be looking for something to write about."

William exhaled heavily once more. "I know, I just can’t," he admitted. "Shit, if only I could do something to get them to stop writing about this stuff and let me focus on hockey. Why does it even matter if I see a new girl every week? Just because I have the option to hook up with anyone I want."

Alex chuckled knowingly. "Yeah, man, they're always on the lookout for the next juicy story."

William pondered Alex's words, his gaze drifting to the old framed photo of him lifting a championship trophy when he was just 12 years old. "Yeah, but it's exhausting," he confessed wearily. "I just want to play hockey."

Alex noticed his brother pause for a moment before a mischievous idea sparked in his tone. "Hey, why don’t you just say that you’re in a relationship? Tell them you’re off the market, then they won’t have anything to write about."

William considered the suggestion, remembering the backlash from previous encounters with media scrutiny. "Hmm, yeah - but then they’ll start asking questions… like who she is and all that. Remember what happened with that blonde girl last year?"

“Ah yeah, and then she couldn't wait to get her name everywhere…” Alex recalled with a disappointed grin. Another deep sigh escaped William's lips, his thoughts momentarily distracted by the sound of his dogs padding across the hardwood floor. Then during the brief silence, Alex seized the opportunity with a playful suggestion. "What if you just find someone - anyone really - and, I don't know, pretend to be in a relationship, like strike a deal with her? Then it won’t matter what they ask about. You just say that you’re in a relationship with this girl and she’ll agree - end of discussion."

William chuckled at the audacity of the idea, a slight smile appearing on his face. "What, like fake dating? That’s wild, man."

"Come on, bro, you know, like celebrities do all the time when they're tired of rumours and stalkers. They just pretend to be in a serious relationship to shut down the fake news," Alex explained.

William pondered the unconventional strategy, glancing over at his two beloved doodles lounging beside him on the sofa. The concept of a fake relationship seemed strange at first, yet oddly appealing. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad plan after all. He could use a break from the relentless media poking. And maybe - just maybe - telling everyone he was taken would finally shut them up.

But then his mind churned with possibilities and concerns. Who could he trust enough to play such a significant role in his life, even if it was all just for show? He needed someone reliable, someone who could convincingly act as his partner in front of the cameras and, more importantly, someone who wouldn’t complicate his life further.

As he contemplated, William felt the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. "It might actually work," he murmured. "I just need to figure out who would be the right person for this."

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Thursday, October 10th

Sofie’s heels reverberated through the lavish corridors of the Fairmont Royal York Hotel, their sound muted against the polished marble floors that gleamed under the shimmering light of crystal chandeliers. The hotel's grandeur never ceased to impress her, from its lofty ceilings adorned with intricate mouldings to walls adorned with timeless artwork.

However, today, the splendour of the hotel felt less significant as Sofie made her way to her manager Cynthia Moore's office - a summons that typically heralded new challenges or demanding events. Or worse…

Pausing to gather herself, Sofie smoothed the fabric of her navy pencil skirt before lightly tapping on the door.

"Come in," Cynthia’s voice called out from inside. Sofie entered, immediately sensing a hint of tension in Cynthia’s demeanour as she looked up from her impeccably organised desk. With a graceful gesture, Cynthia invited Sofie to take a seat, her expression a blend of empathy and determined professionalism.

"Sofie, thank you for coming in at such short notice," she began, her tone gentle as she folded her hands on the desk. "So, as you may have guessed, I have a special assignment for you."

Sofie nodded with a smile, studying her manager with interest. "Of course, Cynthia. What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice steady yet tinged with curiosity.

Cynthia paused briefly, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "It involves an upcoming wedding we’re hosting here at the hotel. The client has specifically requested that you oversee the event. The entire event."

Sofie's brow furrowed in genuine surprise. "Me? But I mostly handle bookings and corporate events. I don't have much experience with weddings."

"I know," Cynthia acknowledged with a hint of regret, her gaze steady as it met Sofie's. "But this client has insisted on your involvement. And... this could be a significant opportunity for you, Sofie - an opportunity to broaden your skill set, enhance your resume, and potentially earn additional bonuses." Her expression softened momentarily, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "While I'll miss having you on my team, I want to see you grow and seize every opportunity in your career."

Sofie absorbed Cynthia’s words, contemplating the implications of this unexpected turn. Despite her uncertainty, she found comfort in Cynthia's unwavering support and belief in her capabilities.

"Well, I'm always up for new challenges," Sofie responded with a genuine smile, though a touch of apprehension lingered in her eyes. "Just one question - whose wedding are we planning?"

Cynthia took a deep breath. "It’s... Anthony Beaulieu’s wedding."

Sofie's heart sank. “Oh, fuck…”

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