Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha: Heat and Forced Proximity

My new neighbor is a jerk. A grumpy, arrogant bastard with the kind of looks that melt panties from ten feet away. At first, I was dazzled by him—tall, broad-shouldered, stupidly hot. Then he opened his mouth, and I realized I hated him. He's smug, rude, and way too good at getting under my skin.

I wanted him gone—until the night he saved me from getting abducted.

Now the photos are everywhere, and the internet thinks we're dating.

"To spice up Rhett's image and shift the negativity," his a...