I made a bet: that I’d be his perfect fake boyfriend for this wedding.
Now I desperately don’t want to lose.
My dark secret: all my life, I’ve felt like a fake.
I act like I have it together. But I fry eggs for a living and can barely pay rent. I’m a hopeless romantic but still chronically alone.
So here at my brother’s wedding, in the middle of snowy mountains at a fancy ski resort, I got… desperate.
“Lucky” Landry Lucock is the definition of having it together. Wealthy, handsome, and completely out of my league. Guys like him don’t want me.
…But now he’s calling me boyfriend, even though we’re anything but.
I made a bet with Landry that I could be his fake boyfriend for this wedding week and put on a killer show for his awful ex. Now we’re sharing everything, and I keep ending up in his bed.
I’m telling myself this will never be more than pretend.
But he’s kissing me even when no one’s around.
And I never bet on something fake being so damn addictive…
