Faking it with the Billionaire Daddy By Sasha Cross

Ten years ago, I shattered her heart.
Now she’s down the hall in nothing but my ring and my Armani shirt.

Addie Monroe was my first love.
The one I left to protect, but never stopped craving.

Now I’m back in Marigold Ridge, guardian to my late best friend’s son—and in way over my head.

When a social worker starts asking questions, I panic and say we’re engaged.

She agrees—for the kid.
But she lays out the rules like a dare: No hands. No heat. No past.

Now she’s in my house—her scent on my pillows, her skin still on my clothes, every buried memory clawing its way back.

I tell myself it’s all for show—until her lips crash into mine and we’re tearing through the lie like it never existed.

One taste turns into one night.
And one night turns into a vow.

She says it’s fake. But I’ve already made up my mind.
I’ll risk everything I’ve built just to keep her in my arms.