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"Those two should seriously just screw and get it over with," Serena loudly whispers to Rafe, like the rest of the table can't hear her. Only when I look around, it's just the four of us at the table now. I hadn't even noticed when the others left. "I. Am. Not. Screwing. Him." Olivia's voice is low and pissed before she turns back to me. "And I'm not marrying you either. I don't want partner that badly." The rise of her chest tells a different story though. Frustration and fury are f***ing hot on this woman. "Wanna bet?" I look down at my stacked chips. "What?" she snaps, her head swiveling between Serena and me. "Is this happening?" "I think it is," the Kingston princess laughs. "Come on, Olive. Let's fix each other's problems. Let's get married. We'd only need to stay married long enough for you to make partner and for me to get custody." I cannot f***ing believe the words that just left my mouth. "We wouldn't even have to live together. It would just have to look good on paper." "That wouldn't work." She sits back on her chair and studies me. "We'd have to live together. The court and the partners would have to believe we're actually married. No one could know it wasn't real or I could lose my license." "You're considering it?" Serena hiccups. If she were my sister, I'd probably try to cut her off now. Not that Waverly would listen. She'd probably chug the whole bottle just to spit me. "Olivia, your parents will kill you." "You scared of Mommy and Daddy?" What can I say? I'm a d***. "Bite me, Adler." "Tempting, St. James." So fiery. Time to try another tactic. "Fine. Let's make a bet." "I said bite me not bet me, Logan. How many pucks have you taken to the head?" Not enough to think this is a good idea, but that doesn't matter right now. I can't lose custody of Maggie. I won't. And if this f***ing prissy little brat can help me, I'll suck it up for however long I have to, to make that happen. I push my stack of chips forward. "I know what you said, Olive. I just thought we could sweeten the pot." "I don't need your money, hot shot." No, she certainly doesn't. "Of course not. But you could use a push, and I'm betting you hate to lose almost as much as you hate to walk away." I'm betting on myself, in reality, but that's another thing Olivia doesn't understand. When I was retraining my brain to learn to read a different way, I had to work on numbers too. Numbers were easier than letters. At least for me. And I'd bet my last dime I'm about to win this hand. And win the girl. Pain in the f***ing ass she is. "Fine. What are the stakes if I agree?" Got her. "If I win, we walk downstairs and find ourselves one of those all-night chapels." Pops is going to kill me, and Jasper is going to s***. One beat passes, then another as Olivia works over my words. She's got to see this can work. It was her idea, for f***'s sake. "I can't believe I'm actually considering this." "It was your idea," I push, and she glares. "It really wasn't." She drums long nails on the felt table, allowing a slight edge of nerves to creep in. "And what do I get if I win?" "What do you want, Olive?" And why am I pushing? She thinks about it for a minute, then tips her lips into a dangerous smile. "I want you to owe me a favor to be cashed in later . . . whenever I want." She straightens her shoulders, challenging me. "Game on, ice queen." 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬

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The Worst Idea Either Of Them Ever Had.

From #1 Amazon and USA Today Bestselling Author Bella Matthews comes an enemies to lovers, Vegas wedding, hockey romance. I’ve spent my life being called out as an ice queen. I don’t do reckless. I don’t do relationships. And I definitely don’t do bad-boy hockey hotties who check every wrong...