Fake dating my gorgeous new neighbor is perfectly fine. Until we start breaking all the rules...

Did I have to flip off my gorgeous neighbor the first time we met?

Probably not.

But who in their right mind leaves their boxes by the elevator for two weeks after they moved in?

Did I have to kiss him after I trashed said boxes and he caught me red-handed?

Also no.

Though it certainly wiped that smirk right off his face.

The first two encounters were embarrassing. But asking him, on the third one, to fake-date me is pure insanity. But I desperately need to appease my terminally-ill father.

The bigger question is why would he agree to such an outrageous proposal?

Yet here I am, rocking a fake relationship with the mysterious billionaire Dominic Cressard.

Rushing between my charitable endeavors and my father's sick bed, we set a ton of rules to make it work.

Then we start breaking them.

One by one.

The lines blur.

And what should be fake feels suddenly real.

Dangerously real.