Publisher's Synopsis
He's my billionaire boss from hell-and now he's my fiancé.
Imagine the devil's cocky, sexy brother in a three-piece suit.
It's Matthew Lewis III, Esquire. He's the kind of man that makes any sort of rational thought go right out the window-which is exactly what happened when I thought taking a golf club to his car was a good idea. Did I mention this was after I ripped his prissy ass to shreds and marched out with my middle fingers in the air? I'm a functioning adult, I swear. But my victory was short-lived when he shows up at my apartment with an ultimatum.
Either face a felony for destroying his car or pretend for a few short months that I love him. I just hope he's ready to give me an Oscar for this performance because pretending to be head over heels for Mr. Prick-On-A-Stick without ending up with a second felony will be a miracle. But everything changes the moment his wicked tongue takes us from the boardroom to the bedroom and I'm desperately holding on to the last shred of hate I have left for him. You know how they say there's a thin line between love and hate?
I think that line might have just disappeared.
