A one-click, damn he’s funny, enemies-to-lovers romance and sexy love story with the hottest quarterback in the NFL. “In front of me, you can do anything. Say anything. Don't hide from me. Ever.” -Saint Stevenson. I hate sports and he is football royalty. I like quiet and predictable, but he's sex and swagger personified. I didn't particularly care for Saint Stevenson the first moment I laid eyes on him. But his warped brain seemed to process our initial meeting as foreplay. I don’t care that he’s filthy rich. Or that I can’t stop staring at him. Or that I need to remember to breathe when he’s in my presence. He is nothing but a distraction. From my five-year master plan. That’s why I’m going to hate every minute of this. Right?