MELISSA'S POV
I didn’t sleep. Not a second.
I tried. Curled up under the blanket. Lights off. Phone flipped over. But my brain kept racing like it was in a championship final.
What kind of person agrees to fake date their sister’s boyfriend? What kind of i***t agrees to fake date their teammate?
Me.
Apparently, that i***t is me.
I stared at the ceiling, eyes wide in the dark. No dreams. Just dread. This isn’t just some modeling job. This is my entire life turning into a circus. A very public, very messy circus with flashing lights and flashing cameras and one infuriating man standing next to me smiling like he doesn’t ruin my blood pressure every time he breathes.
Xavier Kesh.
The most annoying person I’ve ever met.
Ever.
I mean, I’ve met arrogant athletes before. Guys who think
