Filthy Pucking Rich: A Fake Fiancé Friends to Lovers Romance (2-Hour Quickies)

I won a $620,000,000 lottery. Big enough to buy a third of Congress.
But what to do when the life I've always dreamed of can't include the man I love?

Finally, all my fantasies can come true:
1. Text my boss "I QUIT!" (all caps).
2. Walk into Fairwick High's 10th anniversary looking successful (not terrified).
3. Get the hell out and live life out of a suitcase.

My bestie suggests bringing her brother to the reunion as my fake fiancé.
“You’re a smart engineer, but as an NHL star, Ashton knows gold-diggers and bullies.”

I agree.

Because I stutter (and get wet) every time I imagine Ash naked (which is quite often),
but Cassandra The Snake’s face when I walk in on his arm? Priceless.

Those muscles and that butt that scream "SQUEEZE ME!" (all caps too)...
That V-shape that ends in… designer jeans…

Now we're sharing a room. A bed.
One look becomes a touch. One touch becomes everything.
And we realize we've had forbidden crushes on each other for years.

But a hockey pro can't spend his life traveling the world.

So, when I can finally make my dream come true, I'd have to give it up for his.
Damn, I'm already hating being...
filthy pucking rich.