It was supposed to be a simple assignment: stake out the golden boy hockey player Cole "Mac" Mackenzie as he exited the arena after a Los Angeles Blades game.
Follow him.
Get dirt on his personal life, something salacious to please the money, hungry gossip rag I worked for.
But I missed the moment Mac left the building. Or so I thought...
Twenty minutes later, I saw actual Mac exit after the media left. Apparently, he'd used a decoy to throw off the press-waiting until everyone left to make his getaway in private.
I started following the real Mac and got more than I bargained for.
He led me to a mystery building tucked away in the middle of the suburbs.
Turned out, he was going to... a private club.
A club that wasn't for the faint of heart, as I'd soon find out after sneaking in.
I wasn't expecting to connect with Mac inside. Nor did I expect him to invite me back as his personal guest.
What started as a simple assignment turned into something much more-my biggest fantasy I never knew I had.
This wasn't about the tabloid story anymore. I lied to my boss, told him there was nothing to see.
Meanwhile, I kept returning to the club.
I was addicted to unraveling the mysteries of Mac's world.
Addicted to the man who lit a fire inside me.
But, with my own secret, it was only a matter of time before I got burned.
