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Ronnie
I’m the kind of man women love to hate.
She’s a woman in desperate need of a savior.

Faking a relationship should be easy.
A few appearances together.
Take charge of the sweetbutts and ol’ ladies--under my guidance.
Wear my leathers. Put on a show for the membership.

No big deal.

Only, the more time I spend playing house with the attractive and innocent Arya, the more I want to make her mine.

Arya
He's everything I detest in men.

Argumentative. Demanding. Crude.
Being his is torture, but I can endure anything short-term.
Especially because at the end of the deal, I'll be free. Free from debt. Free from fear.

Free from Ronnie Caine.

It's the perfect arrangement. So, why is my heart breaking?


Genre: Romance