Turns out my new apartment comes with a grumpy hockey player and a fake marriage I never agreed to.
I was supposed to be unpacking boxes. Not walking in on Cameron Gray half-naked, fully pissed off, and still living here like he owns the place. He’s the NHL’s most infamous bad boy.
Grumpy, rude, and unfairly hot. And when the media catches us together?
Congratulations to me––I’m suddenly his “wife.” Now I’m stuck playing house with the man who growls instead of talks and looks at me like I’m his next penalty.
This arrangement was supposed to be temporary. But nothing about Cameron’s touch, his glare, or the way he says my name feels temporary.
If this blows up, it won’t be the headlines that ruin me––it’ll be losing him.
