“We have found you a match.”
You've found me a what now?
I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t looking for anything. But my parents went behind my back and arranged a marriage.
Scrap that. They arranged a nightmare.
And there’s no way out of it.
A contract is in place, and I’m set to marry the man New York has dubbed The Ice Prince.
He’s cold, calculated, and a downright classhole. That’s right. Someone with a bit of class but an absolute ---hole.
He might be every girl’s living fantasy, but he’s not mine.
Every girl might swoon over those perfectly sculpted abs, but not me.
Girls might be fooled by those sexy sky-blue eyes, but I won’t.
Until I move in with him.
The tension is thick, the air is palpable, and my body is reacting.
When something so cold makes me feel so hot...I realize...I'm done for.
