Description
When you desperately need a fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding, who do you call? Obviously, anyone other than your hot, arrogant, and insufferable work rival... Oops.
There’s a six-foot-two fortress I battle every day, gladiator-style. He pretends to be me, stealing clients. I hack his calendar, deleting appointments. Our fighting is filthy.
We're competing for a huge bonus that I will win, but when I make the mistake of telling my meddling family about my new (non-existent) boyfriend, Satan suddenly offers to help.
He's up to something, but I’ve got no other choice.
Well, he’s kissing me dizzy in front of guests. I’m sitting on his lap on a party bus. There’s only one bed, and he's shielding me from all my rude, nosy relatives.
I know it's all fake but this feels way too real.
Come Monday I can’t forget we’re at war again, no matter how sweet this charade feels.
✓ Rivals to lovers
✓ Fake dating
✓ Hilarious banter
✓ Slow delicious burn
✓ Forced proximity
✓ Good girl
There’s a six-foot-two fortress I battle every day, gladiator-style. He pretends to be me, stealing clients. I hack his calendar, deleting appointments. Our fighting is filthy.
We're competing for a huge bonus that I will win, but when I make the mistake of telling my meddling family about my new (non-existent) boyfriend, Satan suddenly offers to help.
He's up to something, but I’ve got no other choice.
Well, he’s kissing me dizzy in front of guests. I’m sitting on his lap on a party bus. There’s only one bed, and he's shielding me from all my rude, nosy relatives.
I know it's all fake but this feels way too real.
Come Monday I can’t forget we’re at war again, no matter how sweet this charade feels.
✓ Rivals to lovers
✓ Fake dating
✓ Hilarious banter
✓ Slow delicious burn
✓ Forced proximity
✓ Good girl