It’s only thirty days.
Pretending to be his fake fiancée for a month is no big deal, right?
That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.
Plus, there are some nice added benefits to our little arrangement.
Those dark caramel eyes for starters.
Oh, and how could I forget those gorgeous bulging biceps.
I’ve already given him my V-card.
To make this work for both of us, I have to submit myself completely to him.
And all I seem to be receiving in return are secrets from this wealthy bad boy.
I feel like we’re playing a game.
A game where I have something Aaron needs.
And no, that thing is not just my heart.
Can I make it to day thirty without losing my mind?!
Let the countdown begin. Day One…