I Kinda Do

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My billionaire boss is a devoted single dad. He's also someone I tentatively consider a friend. The kind of friend I've buried feelings for so long I've convinced myself they're not real.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> When his grandfather threatens his inheritance he comes to me with a proposal-a fake relationship a convenient engagement and eventually a walk down the aisle. With both parties protected by an ironclad contract of course.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> I'd like to say I can't be bought. But with debt threatening to swallow me whole a job I can't afford to lose and a little girl I love like my own I sign on the dotted line. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> But pretending to be in love with him means playing with fire-and I'm already holding a match when he shows up with gasoline.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> He's as good at pretending as he is at running a company. Every glance. Every deliberately careless touch. Every kiss scripted to sell our lie. One by one they chip away at the walls I built to protect myself until I can't remember why I built them at all.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> I'm falling. I have been for years. And I'm too close to the ground to save myself.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> But wanting him is one thing. Surviving the scrutiny of people who've already decided what a man like Mason deserves-and who they think I'm not-is another.</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Can what we've built survive their prejudices?</strong></p>