LOGINGetting drunk and asking the cute guy at the bar to pose as your fake boyfriend at your sister’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong… Not like he is a famous HOTTER THAN ALL HECK actor who is going to ask you to marry him so that he can get more time in the spotlight now that he is no longer relevant. Surely that won’t happen…
View MoreJennieHoly shit panties. If Dante Evans keeps smiling at me like that, I’m going to need someone to physically restrain me from doing something dumb. Like licking his jaw. Or climbing him like a tree.Gosh, this date is so not normal for a broke white girl like me. The restaurant he chose is the kind with cloth napkins folded like origami and handmade candles on the table that I’m still considering to steal to sell on Etsy. Ugh!I shouldn’t be here.I know that in my soul and bones. And yet, here I am. Sharing a table with the most beautiful man alive, trying not to stare at the cut of his jaw when he reads the wine list. I focus on everything else instead. Like how his sleeves are rolled up to reveal his ridiculous forearms. I swear one flex from his muscles and that button-down will break under the pressure.But that’s not all that’s beautiful.His fingers are long and calloused in a way that says he works out and doesn’t talk about it. When he lifts the water glass to his lips
DanteI ring the doorbell, mentally bracing myself. Tonight is pure strategy. A calculated performance to win better roles, impress the media, and charm the public. Jennie should be easy. Just another pawn in this game I’m playing.But then the door swings open, and my first thought is...damn.She stands in front of me, short and curvy in the kind of dress that makes my brain bluescreen. Her brown hair is pulled back in a lazy twist, her glasses slightly fogged from the warm air. She’s wearing girl-next-door makeup, and I should be unimpressed. I usually go for long legs, red lips, and dangerous smiles. Jennie is none of that.And yet, my body reacts like she’s every fantasy I’ve never admitted to having.She smells like strawberries. Sweet and warm. Innocent.My cock twitches. I grit my teeth.Not helpful.“Hi,” she says softly, a flush blooming high on her cheeks like a shy sunburn.“Hey,” I reply, my voice gruffer than I’d like. “You look… good.”She laughs nervously. “I feel like
JennieI wake up to a message from Dante Evans.Which is not something I ever thought I’d say unless I hit my head, hallucinated, or fell into a coma where my brain built an alternate reality just to mess with me.But it’s real. Sitting there on my cracked screen.You still owe me cake, Chaos. Want to fix that?I drop the phone.Straight up fumble it like it’s covered in lava.“OHMYGOD.”Muffin, my cat, blinks at me from the foot of the bed like I’ve lost it.“Don’t judge me, you nap-gremlin. The man from my literal DREAMS just texted me.”Muffin gives me a judgmental, “Mauw…” while I reread the message three times.Then a fourth for science.He wants to see me again.Why?I mean, I’m not awful, but I’m also not a walking thirst trap. My idea of sexy is wearing my one good bra and remembering to shave both legs. I’m average. Small boobs. Stubborn hips. No money. Student loans. An unhealthy obsession with lemon bars. And yet… he called me Chaos like it was his favorite dessert.Cue men
DanteI don’t do relationships.Not real ones. Not messy ones. Not the kind where you wake up beside someone and let them see you before coffee. Before you’ve ironed the mood out of your face.So the fact that I’m still thinking about her. The way her fingers twisted in my jacket, the stunned little sound she made when I kissed her, the way she looked at me like I was something worth wanting... It’s a problem.A big one.She walks me to my car like we’re real. Like we’re not two strangers playing a game neither of us fully understands. The moonlight hits her face in that annoyingly romantic way and I can’t stop staring.She smells like strawberries. Sweet and sharp and edible.She’s so small. I could probably lift her with one hand, and that’s not even a brag. Her head barely reaches my chest. Everything about her screams harmless and chaotic and very, very off-brand for me.With her brown hair, glasses, barely-there makeup, short body and total lack of curves, I shouldn’t be attracte






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