My "Broke" Fake Boyfriend Is A Secret Hockey God

From the back cover

I spent the entire afternoon baking a chocolate lava cake to surprise my boyfriend of two years for his birthday.

But when I quietly unlocked his apartment door, I found him tangled in the sheets with my inseparable best friend.

They didn't even scramble apart. Mason just glared at me with pure annoyance, treating me like an unwelcome intruder who had ruined their intimate moment.

Kennedy shamelessly hid behind his back, wearing his shirt and whimpering that it "just happened."

I smashed the birthday cake directly into his cheating face, threw my apartment key at his feet, and ran out into the freezing night.

Right then, my mom called, cheerfully urging me to hurry up with our wedding plans. Her words were like salt poured into my shattered heart. I had wasted two years of my life on two dogs.

Crying behind the wheel, I nearly ran over a tall, arrogant stranger walking on the highway in the pouring rain. He was freezing and penniless, so I impulsively brought him back to my apartment for the night.

The next morning, a frantic pounding echoed through my front door.

"Harper! Open up! Mom's here to see you!"

My mom had made a surprise visit, and she thought I was still happily engaged to Mason.

Desperate, I grabbed the handsome stranger's arm.

"Please, pretend you're my boyfriend!"

The penniless man looked at my panicked face and smirked.

"Fine. But you owe me."