Rome Beneventi is a walking, talking bad decision—six feet, five inches of tattoos, temptation, and trouble wrapped in a smirk and dipped in sin. This MMA champion should come with a warning label . . . or at the very least a disclaimer.
I sell books, and he breaks bones.
We are not on the same page.
At least not until he discovers my secret and instead of keeping it, blackmails me into fake dating him.
Now I’m living in his house.
Lying to my family and friends.
Playing nice for the cameras.
And trying not to melt every time he calls me “baby” like it’s more than a show.
I told myself I’d never fall for him.
That I was too smart to love the devil in designer clothes.
But the thing about enemies?
Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly.
And faking it with Rome Beneventi?
Yeah . . . it stopped feeling fake a long time ago.