It was supposed to be fake! I agreed to be Isaac Keller's fake girlfriend. I know, crazy, right? He's the star of the hockey team and heir to a billion-dollar corporation. I should have run, but we've already established my level of sanity… Anyway, I agreed. The deal is done. In exchange, I get eight dates, the boyfriend experience, and a popped cherry. Yay! Go, me! I just never expected a guy like him would be the one to slip past all my defenses. My poor goalie is on her knees, weeping. My heart… well, it might as well be the puck he slap shots across the ice. It's taken a beating.
