I wake up naked. Hungover. And in the wrong bed.

Jett Santo’s bed.

Cardinal Saints’ star quarterback.
Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous.

He doesn’t even remember my name.

I should be grateful. Pretend it never happened.
But I can’t.

Because my body already belongs to him.
And he knows it.

Now his future is on the line — and I’m no longer a mistake.
I’m his alibi.
His weakness.
His obsession.

Jett Santo doesn’t lose.

But I’m hiding a secret that could destroy us both.

Because that night wasn’t the ending.
It was the beginning.

And when the truth comes out, neither of us will walk away unscathed.