The Grump I Slept With

The Hating Game meets Knocked Up-with a grumpy billionaire Scot, a fake relationship, and one very inconvenient pair of pink lines.

It was supposed to be one night.
A reckless, alcohol-fueled mistake with an arrogant, insufferable Scot who looked like he'd stepped out of a gladiator fantasy and into my bed.

No promises. No strings. No future.

Then two little pink lines flipped my world upside down.

Now, Locke Fraser- billionaire developer, professional menace, and father of my unborn child-is back in town. And not for me. He's got big plans for the little plot of land I used to call home-bulldozing my past to build a five-star, ultra-luxury boutique hotel.

Hard pass.

Except my father has an even worse betrayal planned: selling the property to a corporation that wants to slap down a soul-sucking factory instead.

Suddenly Locke's hotel is looking like the lesser evil.

And I hate that he knows it.

Enter Locke's solution, delivered with that infuriatingly confident charm:
We fake a relationship.
Play the blissfully-in-love couple.
Convince my dad the hotel is the lesser evil.
Save the land.
Simple. Strategic. Definitely no feelings involved.

Except pretending to adore a man who can melt me with a single look-and make me want to throttle him the next-turns out to be dangerously convincing.

And the longer we play house, the blurrier the lines get.

Does Locke want me...
or just the land beneath my feet?

And when did I start caring enough to risk my heart finding out?