Personal Foul by Jerica MacMillan

I don’t think I can sink any lower …

Somehow I’ve ended up blackmailing a girl into pretending to be my girlfriend.
Let me back up.
I’ve known Charity since high school. Well, we went to the same exclusive prep school, anyway. We weren’t friends, though.
Now we’re at the same university, and her friend group keeps crossing paths with mine, much to her obvious dismay. Given how vocal she is about disliking me, it’s become a hobby of mine to needle her more anytime the opportunity presents itself. She makes it so easy, getting all red and fiery every time I make even a halfhearted effort to rile her up.
She’s a little spitfire. And maybe I’m a masochist, but I kinda dig it.
Problem is, she clearly hates me. I only make it worse when she begs me to keep a secret I stumble upon, and instead of saying sure, no problem, I tell her she has to clean my apartment. Then one of my teammates discovers her there, assumes we’re dating, and before I know it …
We are. Or at least we’re pretending to.
Problem is, I actually like spending time with her, even though she hates my guts. Except the longer we spend time together, the less she seems to hate me after all …
And the line between pretend and reality starts to blur.
Can we overcome our terrible beginning and make our fake relationship real?
Or will all our secrets tear us apart in the end?