He’s Spain’s hottest bachelor, a soccer sensation—and now, my fake boyfriend.

Hours after landing in Valencia, Spain, I’m newly single, tipsy, and stranded at a bar with three declined credit cards.

Enter Ale: a local with a smirk that should be illegal and dance moves that leave me breathless. He covers my tab, takes me to dinner, and somewhere between cocktails and a reckless kiss, I forget about the awful start to my trip.

By the following morning, we’re trending on social media.

Turns out, Ale isn’t just a charming stranger. He’s a European soccer star with a major PR problem.

So, we strike a deal: a fake relationship to rehab his playboy image while I use his connections to expand my family’s business.

The lines blur when kisses stop feeling staged and late-night talks hit too deep. I’m falling for him. For real.

But how do I trust a relationship that's built on a lie?