I wake up naked. Hungover. And in the wrong bed. Jett Santo’s bed.
Cardinal Saints’ star quarterback. Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous. He doesn’t even remember my name.
I should be grateful. Pretend it never happened. But I can’t. Because my body already belongs to him. And he knows it. Now his future is on the line — and I’m no longer a mistake. I’m his alibi.
His weakness. His obsession.
Jett Santo doesn’t lose. But I’m hiding a secret that could destroy us both. Because that night wasn’t the ending. It was the beginning.
And when the truth comes out, neither of us will walk away unscathed.
