What’s worse than being single at your high school reunion?
Accidentally blurting out your engaged… to your hot best friend!
My bakery just burned down.
I wore the wrong dress
Oh, and the mean girls? Still as nasty as ever.
So I try to put on a brave face when in walks Julian.
All suit and sex, looking like the billions he’s worth.
In a moment of pure panic, I do something impulsive:
I grab him and announce to everyone that we’re getting married!
Julian:
Back in high school, I wanted her. Now, I’m done wanting.
So I don’t just play along with her little stunt. I own it.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur against her ear, then kiss her in front of the whole room.
Now we’re fake engaged, and since I need a nanny and she needs a little rescuing, she moves in.
And that’s when things really heat up.
Every kiss, every touch, every moan is blurring the line between fake and real.
And when I hear her breath hitch as I whisper, “Tell me you don’t want this,” I know there’s no going back.
She thinks this is temporary.
She thinks it’ll ruin our friendship.
She thinks I’ll let her walk away when this is over.
Not a chance. I told her she’s mine.
Now she’s about to see what happens when a man refuses to let go of the one thing he can’t live without.
