Having a vacation fling with your celebrity crush is fun and easy with no strings attached, right?
A solo honeymoon in Fiji to recover from the viral wedding disaster that almost had me married to the wrong man? Yes, please.
Tripping over my number one celebrity crush, who is hungover and asleep on my bungalow porch? Not exactly in the plans, but I can roll with it.
Turns out Jonas Rutherford, Razzle Dazzle movie star and heir to the entertainment conglomerate’s billions, is hiding here too after details of his scandalous divorce went public.
I didn’t think inviting him in for a hangover cure would lead to us getting friendly. And friendlier. And then—okay, yes.
I slept with him. Who can blame a girl? When you’re suddenly single and the number one guy on your freebie list is available, you leap.
But when I wake up the next morning, I discover I’m not the only runaway.
He’s ghosted me.
It’s fine. I’m fine. Neither one of us is in a position to start an actual relationship.
But three years later?
When he crashes my brother’s wedding?
Where the son that he’s just discovered we have is serving as ring bearer?
Life was a lot easier when I was just a runaway bride.