Playing the Part (Playing Along #1)

I accidentally fell asleep in a billionaire’s SUV and woke up to a swarm of paparazzi.

Now the whole internet is convinced we’re dating.

It was supposed to be a quick nap during my cousin’s high-profile celebrity wedding.

I was a bridesmaid running on black coffee and sheer willpower, so I slipped away during the newlywed photos and climbed into what I thought was the bridesmaids’ SUV.

I passed out in the passenger seat before we even pulled away.

I woke to blinding lights and paparazzi screaming through the windows, demanding to know what I was doing in the car of the country’s most obsessed-over billionaire bachelor.

All the blood drained from my face. I was in the wrong SUV.

Then the sea of cameras parted, the driver’s door swung open, and the billionaire himself slid in right beside me.

He slammed the door, threw the car into drive, and floored it, tearing us away from the flashing lights.

His dark gaze slid to mine, and he murmured,

“Since the entire world already thinks you’re mine, we should probably learn each other’s names.”