$50K to Fake-Date My Brother's Hockey Star

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered breathlessly, my hand pressed against Scott’s chest. “We shouldn’t,” he whispered back, staring at me with hungry eyes, barely restraining himself. For a moment we just stared at each other, our breaths labored, then his eyes fell on my lips, and I knew it was over. He pushed me against the wall and claimed my lips. And for one reckless moment, I forgot every reason we were supposed to stay away from each other and let him have me. Scott Dylan is my brother’s best friend, Silverice’s star hockey player, and the last man I’m allowed to fall for. He’s also the arrogant team captain I’ve spent years arguing with—and the one man I’d rather interview than date. I’m a student journalist determined to build a career in sports journalism, and after a major opportunity slips through my fingers, I need money and connections to keep chasing the future I’ve always wanted. So when Scott’s reckless reputation threatens his chances of making it to the NHL, he comes to me with a ridiculous proposition: pretend to be his girlfriend until he secures his shot at the league. The price? Fifty thousand dollars. I should say no. Instead, I agree. We make three rules. No real feelings. No secret kisses. And absolutely no falling in love. Simple. Clean. Completely fake. At least, that's what we tell ourselves. Until one room and one bed turn our fake relationship into something neither of us can control. Now every stolen glance feels dangerous. Every touch feels like a betrayal. And every kiss makes it harder to remember where pretending ends and love begins. Because Scott was never supposed to want me. And I shouldn't love.