Fake
Abby Brooks
My career is about to hit dream-come-true status, and right on time. Not only do I need the money, but I’m working with the top architect in the country to design a home for Nathan West, the wealthy philanthropist everyone knows and loves to drool over. Pinch me, right?
But. Then. We. Meet.
Nathan glares when I grin.
Sneers when I smile.
Scoffs when I stare.
(And considering tall men with dark hair, green eyes, and bulging biceps are kinda my thing, I stare a lot.)
No matter what I do to make a good impression, the man is dead set on hating me.
And the feeling is mutual.
So how did an accidental text message with a bit too much drunk energy lead to a six month agreement to pretend to be his girlfriend? (For an obscene amount of money I desperately need for my mother’s medical bills…)
Now he listens when I talk.
Cares when I’m hurting.
Kisses me like we’re falling in love.
If everything we’re doing is a ruse, then why are these fake feelings starting to feel real?
I need to back out of this agreement before I get hurt…
Dear God,
I’m in over my head. Please send help.
Yours,
Mina Blake
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