Cruel Hate
Knocked up by the QB.
Harassed by punt bunnies.
Falling for the enemy isn’t an option here.
I threw caution to the wind and my v-card at the one man I can’t stand. What did that get me? Pregnant.
Now, we’re both screwed. Mr. Superstar wants the punt bunnies off his back. I want my parents off mine. To do that, he proposes a fake relationship. But I know the truth… Spending time with him can only lead to trouble.
After all, neither of us has an answer to the biggest problem of all.
How fake can it stay when he’s the father of the child I’m carrying?
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