Fake Dating the Secret Billionaire Hockey Star

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t at seven! Mr. Henderson is a real c

my phone for the tenth time. My stomach clench

ab

ty-five, a receding hairline, a love for discussing stocks. Stable, bu

t like a bird in a cage. All I wanted was to finish my degree at the School of the Art Institute o

my apartment. And in Jessica's mind, that gave her the right t

ted. Once I married someone like him, she could ask me for expensive favors, loans, introductions-whatever she wanted-and call it "family helping fa

my eye: Beckett Hayes, of the Chicago Rebels. His eyes were intense, sweat tracing a path down his jawlin

re he passed, he'd been on the phone with his old friend, Thomas Haye

anation. None of it was exactly scandalous, but the tabloids had stitched it together into a convenient story: Beckett Hayes was volatile, arrogant, and impossible to pin down. Sponsors were starting to question whether he was the kind of man they

ous idea took r

le image"? And in return, he could provide me with a s

old contacts. There it was: "Thomas Hayes." My

ady picked out a dress for you, it's in

the las

ering breath and pre

ness proposition. I was wondering if you and your son might be int

eventually agreed to a meeting. He gave me an address. The Uber ride from th

tened quietly as I laid out my insane plan: a public relations contract. I play his son's devoted gir

hat this means?" he asked, his voice

ransaction. I need freedom. Mr. Hayes needs a cl

n. He wore a faded t-shirt and jeans, his handsome face frame

ho is she? I don't have an appointment." His voice was c

usiness proposition" i

Dad, are you kidding me? And you picked her?" He looked me up and down,

tract, not a beauty pageant. I can solve your problem with the media and sponsors. You can solve my problem with unwanted family int

ct?-flashed in his icy blue eyes before they turned cold again. He wa

nk Fiona's proposal has merit. And

moment, Beckett finally

igh of relief when his nex

aying the part of a 'struggling player's girlfriend,' understand? No luxury goo

iately. He wanted to see if I was jus

s exactly what I need. My sister-in-law can't stand to see anyone doing

o fast I thought I'd imagined it. "Good. My lawyer wil

her word, as if he'd just compl

t mind him, Fiona. He's just... used to p

it my face. I realized my back was soaked with swea

out the dress.

and excitement bubbling up inside me. I didn't know if I h

w life-or rather, my new per