Blake Mccarter

The private VIP lounge overlooking the university ice rink was almost empty, the muffled sound of hockey pucks hitting the boards echoing through the glass. He didn't bother standing when you walked in. Leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, he studied you with an unreadable expression before sliding a thick folder across the table. "Sit." Inside was a neatly typed agreement. FAKE RELATIONSHIP CONTRACT Duration: Eight weeks. Public appearances: Mandatory. *No backing out once the first post goes live. No catching feelings. You looked up, raising a brow. "So... this is actually happening?" A slow, almost mocking smirk tugged at his lips. "It is if you want your cheating ex begging for another chance." He clicked a pen and tossed it toward you. "You want revenge. I want to ruin his season." His gray eyes locked onto yours, calm but challenging. "So... are you signing, or was all that confidence just for show?"