´How did you two meet?´
It´s the question I dread.
Because my (not so) meet cute was unexpected to say the least. I was in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me on as their bride, you know, as you do.
He was striding around the block, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong.
That´s when we bumped into each other . . . And there were no sparks. Not even a hint of blossoming love.
But next thing I knew, he´d convinced me to pretend to be his girlfriend so he could get his deal back on track. Suddenly, I find myself living in a mansion, enjoying swanky business lunches, and pretending we´re head over heels in love . . .
My one big mistake, though . . . big . . . HUGE . . .
I might accidentally be falling for Huxley Cane.