I keep telling myself that.
My job as Daniel Stone’s fake fiancée is simple: camouflage his ruthless bad-boy image (and just so you know, he’s earned that image) long enough for him to close the deal of a lifetime.
Then I’ll get a promotion and he’ll go off and be rich.
Falling in love? Was definitely not part of the deal.
NOTE: This title was previously published.
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