Fake dating my enemy should be easy . . . as long as I don't fall in love with him.
Dominic Hardy might have a fancy engineering degree, but he doesn't know a thing about baking. He doesn't even like sugar.
So when he inherits my stepfather's resort - with my bakery in the middle of it - neither of us are happy.
But then Dominic gives me a proposal I can't refuse. I'll keep my bakery, with one condition:
Fake date him for five months.
Keep his ex away by pretending we're in love.
Stare into his piercing green eyes.
Maybe share a kiss.
But I loathe him and his filthy mouth.
Even when he's using it on me.
There's a fine line between love and loathing, and I think I've made the mistake of blurring it.
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