I’ve been obsessed with my dad’s best friend for as long as I can remember.
Does that make me a bad girl?
Let me clarify.
I’m not just mindlessly obsessed with him.
I actually like Maurice.
Letting him kiss me was a big deal for me.
I’m still holding on to my V-card.
And I want to hand it over to him every time I see him dressed in a suit.
Lucky for me, I see that a lot because I work for him.
Yes, he’s my boss and I should stop staring at him.
But my heart doesn’t seem to care.
So, when he needed access to his inheritance to help out my dad…
I proposed a plan.
A fake marriage.
Zero expectations.
No complications.
Yeah, right.
Who am I kidding?
