Hannah Peter

My boss’s brother is the father of my child, and he has no idea.

Three years ago, I was the scholarship girl in a borrowed dress. He was the stranger who pinned me against the elevator wall, and I can still feel the intensity of that moment. I didn't know that night would leave me with a son who has his father's dark eyes.

Now, Alexander Thorne is back. He’s walking through the corridors of Thorne Empire, staring at me with a gaze that burns. He thinks I’m just Elena, the efficient assistant. He doesn't know about the toddler waiting for me at home.

"You look familiar," he said, cornering me in the breakroom. His scent—expensive cologne and musk—flooded my senses, dragging me back to that night.

If he finds out, he could take everything. My job. My son.

But tonight, in the empty office, the air is thick with tension. He leans close, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you," he growled, his eyes darkening as they dropped to my lips. My body betrays me, and I’m left longing for him.

On the ice, they’re enemies. Off the ice, they’re roommates. Six months could change everything.

Luca Rinaldi plays like he has something to prove. Every pass, every check, every early morning practice — it’s all controlled, precise, and completely focused on one goal: making the Elite program.

Jack Carter doesn’t have to try. He glides through life with a grin, a joke, and a crowd of fans who follow his every move. On the ice, he’s chaos. Off it, he’s impossible to ignore.

When they’re assigned as roommates for a six-month training camp, Luca is ready for war. But Jack isn’t the careless villain Luca wants him to be. And the more Luca watches — the late-night silences, the cracks in the smile, the way Jack actually sees him — the harder it gets to hold on to hate.

Because sometimes the person who drives you crazy is also the only one who truly understands the game.