She needed a florist.
What she got was me.
Rude. British. Built like sin and covered in dirt—and the only man in Atlanta who could save her wedding from implosion. I told her no. Then I saw her. Calandra Brown. Perfect mouth. Ruthless posture. Fire wrapped in a silk sheath. And I said yes.
She talks in timelines. I answer with thorns.
I should’ve walked away after the Whitmore job. Should’ve ignored the way she gasped when I pressed a bruised rose into her hand. But I want to see her crack. I want her on her knees in the greenhouse, whispering my name between curses. I want her begging me to ruin her like I ruined every bouquet she said was ‘on brand.’
She thinks this is fake.
I'''m not pretending.
Now she wants me to play her date. To stand beside her and smile while her ex gets married to a woman with a monogrammed Instagram filter. Cute. I’ll play the game.
But at the end of this wedding?
She won’t just be faking a boyfriend.
She’ll be mine.
She may have written the seating chart — but I set the damn table on fire.
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Genre: Romance
What she got was me.
Rude. British. Built like sin and covered in dirt—and the only man in Atlanta who could save her wedding from implosion. I told her no. Then I saw her. Calandra Brown. Perfect mouth. Ruthless posture. Fire wrapped in a silk sheath. And I said yes.
She talks in timelines. I answer with thorns.
I should’ve walked away after the Whitmore job. Should’ve ignored the way she gasped when I pressed a bruised rose into her hand. But I want to see her crack. I want her on her knees in the greenhouse, whispering my name between curses. I want her begging me to ruin her like I ruined every bouquet she said was ‘on brand.’
She thinks this is fake.
I'''m not pretending.
Now she wants me to play her date. To stand beside her and smile while her ex gets married to a woman with a monogrammed Instagram filter. Cute. I’ll play the game.
But at the end of this wedding?
She won’t just be faking a boyfriend.
She’ll be mine.
She may have written the seating chart — but I set the damn table on fire.
Read on for growly florists, forced proximity, fake dating in hell, and a heroine who thinks she’s still in control. HEA Guaranteed!
Genre: Romance
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