It started with a proposition (in a hotel bar of all places). The brooding drug lord. The beautiful damsel with jagged edges. You know the rest, right? It’s a page straight out of a hood fairy tale. But our story is far from a classic romance. Because Ahsan Patton isn’t your typical gangsta. He’s the kind that’ll order a hit then rearrange your guts to a slow jam. So, tell me why I agreed to be his fake girlfriend again? Now I’m sharing the same air with a man that oozes irresistible charm, money, and power. The longer I’m in his presence, the quicker the lines blur between what’s fact and fiction. Our relationship? Faker than a three-dollar bill. The way he makes me feel when he eats me like supper? Real AF. There are rules to playing a couple. No outside dates. No talking about our arrangement to anyone. No falling in love. Should be easy, right? Until the minute I let my heart take the reins. Then all bets are off.