God grant me the serenity to not choke the wildcard of rich b*tches... Charlie f*cking McAllister.

My best friend’s little sister and tormentor extraordinaire. Star of my every trauma as a teenager.
And thanks to our mother’s and their matchmaking schemes for our annual Christmas ski week… my savior.
Or ruin.
One week as a couple, putting on a show for our parents while avoiding our exes. How hard could it be?
Until we’re stuck sharing a room. A room with one bed.
And a toy arsenal the spawn brought with her big enough to subdue a small country.

I promised not to f*ck Chance’s baby sister, but who was going to keep her from f*cking me?