Get paid to fake a relationship with the man I call the Prince of Darkness? I’m not that desperate. Oh wait. Yes, I am. Working for Nathan West was supposed to change my life. His frosty reception should have been a clue to lower my expectations. The tabloids are right. The wealthy philanthropist is entering his villain era. Despite me tap dancing around his royal grumpiness to make a good impression, he’s dead set on hating me. And the feeling is mutual. He glares when I grin. Sneers when I smile. Scoffs when I stare. (Considering tall men with dark hair and great butts are kind of my thing, I stare a lot.) Nathan doubles down on his Prince of Darkness status when he asks me to pretend to date him. All systems are set to get the heck outta there until he offers to pay me…and I desperately need the money for my mother’s medical bills. Now he listens when I talk. Cares when I’m hurting. Kisses me like we’re falling in love. Everything we’re doing is a ruse to trick people into believing we’re perfect for each other. Too bad I’m starting to believe the lie.