Jeon Y/n.

Twelve months. That's it.

I hated football. Much more, the players who played it. That game had already taken enough from my life and I had promised myself to not fall in the whirlwind ever again.

Until I met him.

The Jeon Jungkook, Captain of the National Korean football team. The legend himself.

I don't like him. At all.

But things take a turn and we are binded to each other for twelve months.

Secret? Only we know it's temporary.

He's charming, easygoing, flirtatious and successful. But he's also insanely good looking with a face and physique that could put the Greek gods to shame.

He's everything nice and golden. Almost too good to be true.

Problem? He's not the one for me.

This is a contract marriage after all. I wasn't so stupid to throw everything to one side for a man. Ever. Not when I had my dream waiting for me at the other end after  fighting with my sick patriarchal father.

Pretending to be in a happy marriage? Easy. Falling in love with him? That was out of the question. Even if he had the power to break all my walls or turn my world upside down. It was never going to be more than a contract marriage between us.

Twelve months, it shouldn't be so hard, right?

Jeon Jungkook.

Twelve months.

It wasn't going to be easy.

She hates me. I know.

Her five inch stiletto heels might be dying to penetrate into my chest.

She's cold, icy, distant and too hard to crack down. And the daughter of the coach of the rival team.

Her icy glare could freeze anyone in their position, but deep beneath is the warmth that forces me towards her.

If the words ambition , beauty and intelligence could be cast in a human it would be her.

I have got everything I wanted, but she's too off limits.

However my world turns upside down when we are tangled up in the mess of a contract marriage.

She thinks it's easy. But not for me.

Why? She's the only one who has the power to challenge me. Get me going and turning up the unspoken sides of me that I have buried deep within myself.

And she's too much of a distraction. Her curves, her fragrance, her voice, even just her mere presence gives me a different kind of high.

Having her in my house, looking so beautiful for twelve months could be the end of me.

But I need to resist. I wasn't ready to throw away the reputation and career I had made over the years for anything.

Twelve months. It wasn't going to be easy.