I fly to the Caribbean to catch a cheating billionaire groom.
Get the proof. Collect $50,000. Instead, I get body-checked by West Prescott—his interfering best friend. NHL captain. Billionaire heir.
Six-foot-four wall of muscle cutting off my access at every turn.
He doesn’t trust me. I don’t need him to. Unfortunately, we need each other.
West is very single. Famously celibate— which, according to his powerful family, makes him a rare and endangered species.
They’ve started parading eligible women in front of him like he’s up for auction.
He’s not amused. I am… opportunistic. So we strike a deal.
I fake-date him for the week. He clears a path to the groom. Strictly strategic. Completely temporary.
Until the shared villa. The dangerously convincing kisses. And suddenly the mouth-watering captain and the virgin fixer are very bad at pretending.
Now I’m risking a lot more than a payout. I’m risking my heart.
