One viral scandal. One grumpy hockey god. One fake relationship that's about to wreck us both.

I'm a walking headline in designer heels—one scandal away from losing everything.
The fix? Fake-date Beau Prescott, hockey's most disciplined defenseman.

Built like a war god, serious as sin, and so allergic to my glitter and chaos it's almost cute.

Our contract is smile for the cameras, don't catch feelings, don't get naked.
We break all three rules in one night.

Suddenly he’s protecting me, believing in me, holding me like I’m more than just a mess to manage.

Between staged dates and real confessions, I fall—hard.
But this was never supposed to last.

So when he invites me home for the holidays, I panic.
Because if he sees the parts of me I’ve spent years hiding, I’ll lose him.

So I do what I do run.

Now I’m wondering if he’ll fight for the disaster who stole his heart…
…or finally realize I was never worth the risk.